A really short fic about Ava, the mystery patient. Please review!
My name's not Ava. It's not Jane Doe. It's not girl with the squished face.
It's Rebecca Pope. Rebecca. Rebecca. It suits me, doesn't it? Or at least it used to suit me. I'm so different now. Appearance wise mostly, but also inside.
I never thought I'd be the type of person who ran away when things got rough. I tried, I really did. I waited for things to get better, I worked towards things to get better, but he wouldn't work towards things to get better. So I left. And never looked back.
I don't miss him. I don't miss our small, lonely house, secluded like him. I don't miss anything about my life before except having a name to call myself.
Rebecca.
So that's it. Short, I know.