Reader,
im currently in the car of a stranger. the number one most unsafe place to be. besides my house with father. i had been sitting on the side of the highway and i guess i fell asleep. i woke up to a man shaking me awake. his name was dr. cullen. he had a very pale face and was cold to the touch. his voice was smooth and soft. just from the way he was looking at me, concern knitted in his brows, i knew i would be safe with him.
he told me he works at a local hospital in a town not far from here called Forks. he said he could take me there and fix me up. he didn't even ask what had happened to me. i think he would soon though.
exie.
Reader,
we arrived at the hospital. just as dr. cullen had promised. he fixed me up as soon as we got there, ignoring all his other patients he had to get to. i thought this was a little odd. why ignore the really sick just to give some stitches to a kid he picked up off the side of the road?
i asked him that and he looked at me just smiled and said "everything is fine." what kind of answer is that? oh well. i didn't really care at the moment. i was just glad i wasn't at home. once he left i sat in the hospital bed with my bruised up legs dangling off the side, looking at myself i the mirror surprised when i saw what a good job he had done with the cut on my cheek.
you could barely see it. all i saw was four little blue stitches going diagonal across my pale face. i then realized at how long it had been since i had even looked in a mirror. i had very pale features. dark purple bruises underneath my eyes from all the beatings i had taken. i didn't expect those to ever go away. my almost white pale blonde hair reached down to my belly button, with tons of split ends. i had silver grey eyes and super light pink lips. i almost looked ghostly.
i had bruises. everywhere. all over me. i counted at least ten on each leg. seven on each arm. a couple on my face. surely more hidden by my dark blue tank top and light holey shorts. my knees were scabbed. scars covered my hands. i clearly was lucky to be alive. i was really really skinny. skinny arms legs body. my cheek bones set high. somehow my teeth managed to stay a glistening white throughout my fifteen years of not brushing.
and yet all i could think as i stared back at my reflection was this. what now?
exie.