*UPDATE* This is the original version of A Brand New Heart from about 3 years ago. I recently came across it. I decided to take what I had written and change, fix, expand, and redo what I originally came up with. The new version will be up around Monday, so if you even remotely like the plot then I promise it'll be worth it to check the newer version. Thank y'all:)
A pale hand flew up to her already beaten face. She couldn't tell you why she stayed, or why she started in the first place, but it was the only thing keeping her pulled to earth. She had no other place to turn to, no one who would ever give a damn about her. Clare. Well, that was who she used to be at least. Blood slowly trickled down her right check, but she no longer felt the pain. Some would say she was just going through the motions, just a lost soul in need of help.
Her lifeless blue eyes never shed a tear as she looked into her "fathers" face. An almost empty bottle was held in his left hand, and a sadistic smirk was placed upon his plain face. It made him feel whole inside for those few minutes when he saw the fear in Clare's eyes. Randall was as fucked up as one man could get. The bottle quickly was raised to his pale pink lips while he chugged the last few sips of whatever substance it contained. The smirk never left his face, and the bottle came down onto Clare's angelic face before she could even blink.
This was why her mom left. Clare could never forgive her mother for leaving her alone in her own personal hell. She had always been a good daughter, a good friend, and devoted to God, so she couldn't fathom how she ended up in this situation. She could feel the life slowly draining away from her as her heart struggled to keep beating.
"Why daddy?" Her weak voice asked.
"Because daughter," he laughed bitterly. "You are a worthless piece of shit, just like your mother. I told your mom to get an abortion we were too young to handle a kid, but noooo she just HAD to have a child. Well guess what Clare, your mommy isn't here anymore to help you." His already dark eyes clouded over making him look demonic. He sent a kick flying into her rib cage, and with that he left his only daughter to die alone, and helpless.
Clare was holding on to a thread, that was threatening to break and leave her where she laid. She crawled over to the kitchen, blood smearing along the floor, and grabbed the cordless phone. Her body was fighting her, telling her to just give up, but she managed to dial the three important numbers.
"911, what's your emergency?" The dispatcher said on the other line. In a shaky and almost inaudible voice Clare replied, "help, please I don't know how much longer I have. Come to 6831 Starlight drive," but before they could answer Clare's body fell to the floor with a soft thud, the life was draining away, and the phone threw across the room.
The sirens were silenced as the paramedics cut the engine. A bright yellow gurney was lifted and quickly but steadily placed onto the paved roads. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as they rushed to get Clare into surgery. Oxygen was being forcefully pushed into her lungs, and IV's were pushing life saving drugs into her dying system.
When Clare awoke a sharp pain shot throughout her whole body. The last thing she remembered was begging for help on the phone, and now she was in a blinding white room. For a moment she thought she was dead and in heaven, but then again she didn't believe in God anymore, so wouldn't she technically be going to hell? Her eyes adjusted to the new settings, and she noticed that she wasn't in heaven, but in fact in a hospital room. She silently, and painfully lifted her curvy frame into a sitting position. Her auburn curls were matted around her round, pale face, and her normally bright pink lips looked almost sickly light of color. A middle aged doctor walked into the room and looked towards Clare's bed.
"Good, your awake. Do you remember anything Clare?"
"Yes." It was a short answer, but all he needed to know at the moment.
"That's very good Clare. In a few minutes an officer will be in here to ask you some questions, but until then is there any family members I can call?" Her face paled even more when he mentioned family. She really had none, but then she remembered her mom talking about her godparents one time.
"Uhhh, my godparents," she strained to remember even the slightest thing about them, " they live in Toronto, umm, Terri and Michael Edwards, I think."
"Thank you, now I suggest you get some sleep. It's been a long day for a girl of only fifteen," his rough voice said, showing the sympathy he had for the young girl. She rested for only an hour before a loud bang on the door broke her sleep.
"Clare?" A balding officer asked. He was about 5'9 and slightly buff.
"That would be me," she answered with an unemotional look.
"Do you mind telling me everything that happened?"
"Shit, where do I start?" she laughed nervously. "A few years back my family was happy, but then my dad started to drink. A year later my mom left me to handle him, didn't even bother telling me where she went. He blamed it on me, and what you guys saw has happened before. I guess that's all," tears started to form, but she refused to let them fall. From this moment on she vowed never to get close to anyone, she wouldn't, no couldn't, let anyone break her. If only she knew that one day her vow would break into little pieces due to a young man clad in black,