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Before you start, you should read the story in 3/4 view because it's easier to read. =D

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Bella

Walking through the white hallways, I could hear my footsteps echoing in my ears. Every little sound was amplified. Looking around at my surroundings felt useless. All you could see are blank white walls with bright lights hanging form the ceiling. If you were lucky, the curtain would be drawn back from the window in the hallway and catch a glimpse of the world outside. No suck luck today. They were closed. This was normal. They like to close the windows when the sun isn't shining.

Usually when the curtains are open, you can see the world outside these walls. A happier place. The sun shining, the birds chirping, children laughing, lovers kissing on park benches. Basically people living normal happy, healthy lives. As soon as you enter those plain black double doors, life changes, and not for the better.

After you enter the doors, the world turns into a hateful, lifeless, dark place. The whole building isn't usually this disturbing, but as you walk through those doors, like I said, it's a different world.

Nobody ever wants to be walking down this hall, unless you absolutely have to. The usual employees in this section are used to seeing me. Every single day I am in this place.

There are no pictures hanging on the walls, no families visiting patients. There is only one patient in this ward. I'm the only visitor that sits in the unoccupied chairs in the waiting room. I'm the only outsider that walks past the secretary to get to that dreadful room.

No wanting to look at the blank and lonely hallway, I kept my head down and eyes locked on the white tiles under my beat up shoes. I could hear every unnecessary deep breath that I take. It's always the same noises I hear, so you'd think I'd get used to it by now. But it never gets any easier. In fact, it only seems to get harder with each passing moment, each passing step and each deep breath.

This is my home. I know this place like the back of my hand. My only family lives here too. He's the only patient, the only one I have left.

I' not ashamed to be living in the ICU, but I don't go around telling people. My room is located right beside his. The walls are not white like the rest of the place. My room is the only one with color. My bed and walls are a midnight blue. I have a standard size hospital bed and a small night stand right beside it. There is a small dresser, normally reserved for patient's clothes and belongings; at the foot of the bed. I have a light that hangs above my bed and a window with closed curtains that remind me constantly of where I live. The different world I live in.

My room isn't much, but I like it. It describes me. I don't now whether to be happy or sad. Happy because I have a room with all my belongings and a place to live, or sad because I actually live in a hospital that I consider my home.

I'm only 17 years old so I do have to attend high school like a normal teenager. In school I'm the 'freak who lives in a hospital'. Doesn't matter that I have a father, they just think that my family died. In a way that rumor is kind of true. I consider myself with no mother.

Apparently I went 'crazy' when everyone died. I just ignore the false rumors at school and all around town. It's harder to ignore the rumors that are true. I didn't exactly go 'crazy', I just became severely depressed and isolated from both worlds. I created my own paradise in the form of my room where I could escape and pretend that nothing ever happened. But as soon as my alarm clock wakes me up in the morning, I have to face reality, and it sucks.

Appearing in front of the door, I looked up from my feet and traced the name plate on the door with my fingertips. I took a deep breath and entered the room. Upon entering, I could hear the noises that have been haunting me. The loud beeping from the heart monitor, the dripping from the IV bag, and the loud breathing coming from the ventilator. You shouldn't have to hear when someone's heart beats faster or slower or how hard someone breaths. It's unnecessary.

Trying not to focus too much on the life support, I turned to look at his immobilized body. He looked very peaceful. No furrowed eyebrows or frown upon his lips, just a blank and pale face.

I walked closer to the bed to take a hold of his hand. It was freezing cold. I couldn't cry anymore. I couldn't even talk to him either. The only words I would utter to him were how much I love him. I tried everyday to ask him to wake up and come back to me while tears ran down my face. It never worked. I can't tell is he can hear me or not. He never moves. I can't remember the last time I seen him smile or even seem his eyes. Not even the last time he told me he loved me. And I would never know if he uttered those words to me again.

I just sat there, thinking and not moving. Not even when the nurse came to check on him. I could only look at the curtained window and know that it was another rainy day in Forks Washington. I could hear the rain pelting the window over the loud noises in the hospital room. I prayed like every other day that he would wake up soon. It's been nearly a year and nothing has changed.

Forks is a small town so there are very few people in the hospital, let alone in a come in the Intensive Care Unit.

My mother hasn't even bothered to come and check on him. She didn't even contact me to tell me she's still alive. It was her fault that he is where he is now. If she truly cared about me, she would come to visit and see that he is barley alive. She's probably half way around the world busy with her distractions.

If she hadn't been gone for so long that one time, none of this would have happened. I kind of suspected that he knew where she was and who's to say that they wouldn't have spit up anyways.

When Charlie stormed out of the house, I got Renee to explain to me exactly what happened. I was at the top of the stairs when Renee and Charlie started arguing that night she came home drunk. I caught their whole conversation but I didn't understand until she was done explaining. When she was done, I understood everything and was furious with her. I couldn't believe what she did to Charlie and me. All this time I thought she loved him; she was screwing someone else behind his back. I told her what I thought and she told me she would always love him in a way. I scoffed at her because she never really loved us. Charlie was probably one of her fuck buddies and when she found out she was pregnant, they got married. Charlie purposed out of love and Renee accepted out of guilt. She didn't want to take that away from him. That's what Renee lived up to. She was always the slut in their relationship and only stayed with him because of me.

During our argument, we got a call from the hospital saying Charlie got into a car accident. Of course Renee started crying out of sympathy and pity.

After we visited Charlie and filled out a lot of forms, Renee said she wanted to go home and get cleaned up. It was kind of suspicious but I thought nothing of it. I wanted to stay with my dad so she told me she would come back to pick me up when visiting hours were over.

I waited for hours and hours but she never came back. Eventually the nurse noticed that I was at Charlie's bedside and she told me it was well past visiting hours and had to leave. I told her that my mom was supposed to come pick me up but she never did. The nurse then went to call Renee.

When the nurse came back she said that there was no answer and that the phone was disconnected. I didn't have anyone to come get me or anywhere to go so she let me stay in the room next door. I never thought that it was going to my home from now on.

The next morning Renee still didn't show up., so I figured I would walk home. When I got there I noticed that Renee's car wasn't there. Inside the house, all her stuff was gone. She just got up and left. Didn't even bother to tell anything to anyone. I sat there on the floor in the living room crying for hours until I got up and started packing my things. I packed a couple things for Charlie, not that he needed them, and then walked back to the hospital. Everyday I would go back home and bring more of my stuff. I told the nurse the whole story and she let me live in the room beside my dads. Eventually the house had to be sold because I couldn't pay for it. I didn't have a job. Renata, which I found out to be the nurses name, helped me to sell the hose and put the money into savings.

Ever since then I have been living in the hospital and it had been my home.

I didn't notice that Renata came in the room until she tapped my shoulder and told me I should probably get to bed because it was late. I quickly looked at the clock and took note that it was 11:30 pm and I had school tomorrow. I thanked her and told her I would be in bed in a few minutes.

I got up from my chair and kissed my fathers forehead and told him I love him. When I was finished, I got ready for bed and went to sleep. Hopefully I didn't have any nightmares again.

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