Christine Daae walked slowly down the all-too familiar path to the hospital. She had gone there countless times, but only 3 of them were for herself, and those times weren't even her fault. The young girl questioned how her father had gotten to the hospital, this was a new record for him. It seemed like only hours before, Christine's tired father had quickly taken a bite of the dinner Christine worked so hard on, before rushing off to the bar to get drunk...again.
Christine was a nice young girl. To everyone at her school, she was "one of the most popular girls in school." She didn't even know how she got that name. Yes, she was pretty, prettier than most of the girls in her class, and she most definitely was the smartest and most gifted student, but she had never been that open with her fellow pupils. She was like most teens, but at the same time totally different.
"Good evening, Christine!" The secretary, Ashley, greeted Christine, before handing her the key to her fathers room of occupancy. "What's wrong this time?" Christine asked. "He took some quaaludes. Just had to have his stomach pumped. He is good now, though."
With this new information, Christine began to walk slowly down the hallway.
The hospital itself was very nice. The walls were blue, and there was carpet on the floors. Everybody was nice, and each room came with a personal nurse, a couch, bed, lamp, and they supplied all reading and writing material. It seemed as if it was more of a hotel or an apartment building than a hospital.
201 She looked at the key, which stated the room in search was 220. Glancing at her pocket watch, she noticed how late it was already. Damn! I have to finish my report!
206 Putting her watch back, she saw a gleam of red by her wrist. Never again, not ever again.
212 As she began to get tempted, she decided to start with the rubber bands. She quietly took one out of her pocket and put it around her wrist, right by her vein.
216 The rubber band wasn't working. She quickly tried once more, but pulled it too far, and when she let go, blood began to pour. Damn! That hurt! The blood quickly stopped and Christine put the band away.
219 Almost there, one more room.
220 Last chance to leave and forget him. He can come back when he wants. No, she must face him. Why? Why not? No, leave here, go to Meg's house. You can pretend you never got that call, leave him here to die. NO! He is my papa, somewhere inside there is the man I used to love! She stood outside the door for some time, hand on knob, standing, thinking, having a battle with herself, standing, thinking some more. Perfect silence. Perfect tranquility, perfect time, time stood still. The blood began to pour again, droplet after droplet falling to the perfectly red carpet, sinking in, standing still for eternity.
Stepping away from the door, she quickly walked down the hall, out the door, and down the street to the park.
A/N sorry bout such a short chapter! I don't care if you don't review, just knowing that I have a hit is pay enough for writing this story. Next chapter will be longer, I promise! Great thanks go to TrulySheena, my wonderful beta. She didn't get to do this chapter, but whatever. Come back for chapter 2!