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Sorry it's been so long since I've written any Grey's fics, hopefully this will make up for the wait!
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Meredith's POV
Hello, my name is Meredith Grey. I am fifteen, a freshman at The Center School, aka the only school that would take me after I got kicked out of Seattle Prep. I don't have friends, everyone at the school just thinks of me as the girl with the pink hair. I haven't even spoken to my mom in a week, she's never home, she always has to work. My dad left when I was just a kid, I don't even know where he is these days. My mother's boyfriend Richard Webber has been living with us for a couple of months, he seems nice enough, I even met his soon to be ex-wife one time. But none of that really matters as I am sitting on the bathroom floor today, the knife I slashed my wrists with lying on one side, the positive pregnancy test that lead me to do it on the other side.
There are tears rolling down my face unchecked, falling down onto my low-cut tight black top, and the blood slowly dripping down my arms, onto the floor, and the water from the tap I left on mixing with the blood on the floor.
You may wonder how the girl who no one talks to, who no one likes gets pregnant, after all, who would have sex with me? The answer, my tutor, the forty something year old man my mother hired when my grades dropped from As to Ds.
I knew it was wrong, I tried to stop him, but my petite 5'4 frame didn't stand a chance as he brutally violated me, three times a week for nearly six months until he was arrested after another girl, a girl in my algebra class spoke up about what he was doing to her. No one knows that he did it to me too, I told everyone nothing happened, no one can know, no one can ever know.
I'd been denying it for months, trying desperately to believe that it wasn't happening, but eventually I had to know for sure.
What the hell am I meant to do?! I can't do this! I can't! My head screams at me, and after a while, unable to cope with the pain, the shame, the fear, I go towards the medicine cabinet intending to take all of the pills that I know the cabinet holds, all kind of pills, pain killers, sleeping tablets, even the damn vitamins, anything I can get my hands on, but just as I reach the cabinet, weak and unsteady from blood loss, I stumble on the slippery floor and I fall unceremoniously to the ground, accidentally knocking the contents of the cabinet tumbling, striking my head on the vanity, and I know no more.
Richard's POV
It's been a long day, I spent almost all day in meetings, I'm meant to be a surgeon, not a diplomat, but as it turns out that is what my new position as chief of surgery is all about.
I hang my coat and scarf up in the front hall, place my keys in the bowl, and wearily head towards the bathroom to have a shower, to wash off the day. Nothing could prepare me for the sight that greets me as I push the door open.
Meredith, my lover's troubled young daughter, lying on the tiled floor, her bright pink hair, bloodied by a gash in her hairline, spread out under her head like a grotesque halo. There are slashes covering her wrists, pill bottles scattered across the floor, and there is bloody water running slowly down the drain.
"Meredith!" I scream out in horror, dropping to my knees at her side. I check her pulse and breathing quickly, steady, she's just knocked out, but there's so much blood, everywhere I look there is blood.
I run to into the hallway, grab the phone, and start dialing 991 as I rush back to Meredith, but before I finish dialing, Meredith begins to stir. I drop the phone, and lean over Meredith, stroking her hair gently as her eyes slowly drift open.
"Richard?" Meredith whispers softly, weakly trying to raise a hand to her head, but it is clear that she is too weak, in too much pain.
I place a reassuring hand on Meredith's shoulder, stopping her from trying to sit up as I say. "It's okay, Meredith. Just stay still until I check you over, make sure you haven't done any serious damage."
Meredith relaxes under my touch, and without further delay I move my hands away from her. I then professionally begin checking her for injuries. I find several deep slashes running along both her arms, a small cut in her hairline, probably from hitting her head, but apart from that she seems alright, and so I gently put my arm behind her back as I help her sit up.
Then as I grab a couple of towels off the rack to put pressure on her arms, I worriedly ask her. "What happened, Meredith? Did you take anything?"
She shakes her head in response, no, but as she does so, her glance drifts towards the other side of the room, and as she whimpers miserably, I feel compelled to look for whatever has upset her. A pregnancy test.
She's pregnant?! Aww, damn it! I think frustratedly before turning my full attention back to Meredith, comfortingly assuring her. "It's going to be alright, Meredith. I'll help you, I promise."
"No one can help; nothing's every going to be alright again." I hear Meredith whisper brokenly as I reach for the first aid kit, stowed away in the vanity.
As I pull her left arm towards me, to tend to the self inflicted wounds, I feel a pang of sympathy for this young girl sitting, propped against a wall, in front of me, hurting more than any child should.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" I ask her, somewhat expecting her response, no. She pleads with me, and I know why, her mother, Ellis, love of my life, but an emotionally abusive parent is working this evening and would most certainly find out. I can't do that to Meredith, she doesn't deserve any more hurt.
Silently I clean each slash and dress them with gauze, they need sutures, same problem with the head wound, it can be patched up, but she needs sutures, and so as soon as I have dressed all the wounds, I gently tell Meredith. "Come on, sweetheart. We're going to have to go to a hospital, it doesn't have to be Seattle Grace, we'll just take you over to Mercy West ER, get them to patch you up, check that the, um baby didn't get hurt when you fell."
Meredith just nods weakly in agreement, and then I help her to her feet, and then I half carry her out to the car, placing her gently in the passenger seat before I climb into the driver's seat and pull out of the driveway, onto the road towards Mercy West.
Meredith's POV
As I am sitting, half awake in the passenger seat of Richard's car as he is driving me to the hospital, I am unable to stop the thoughts from racing through my head.
I'm pregnant!
Why is this happening to me?!
What the fuck have I done to deserve this?!
What's going to happen to me? ...And the baby?
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