Riley's POV
I woke up about four hours ago, feeling exactly like I should be feeling after being beaten up and almost dying.
The doctors said I was really close to not surviving but since I was a fighter I made it.
Honestly, I don't think I am a fighter. If I was, I wouldn't be here. I would have been able to defend myself... But I couldn't...
Maybe Beth and Charlie are right, maybe I really am worthless...
Until now no one really cared about me. My sister was ashamed of me and my parents were always to busy to even think about me. There was no point in living like this, but still here I was. Alive.
What was worrying me the most was what was going to happen after this... I would have to go back to school, and even after the poeple who hit me were expelled, there are many others who were friends with them or not, and who will be more than satisfied to finish what the others started. I couldn't blame them...
The doctors said I would have to stay in the hospital for three more days and that after I would have to stay home for two week minimum.
I was so relieved to hear that... Some time alone for me to only think, no one would call me names or make fun of me.
But my parents... OMG they are driving me nuts!
They haven't left me alone for one second since they were allowed to see me. And they keep asking me if I am okay and if I need something. I always say no but they keep insisting.
It's pretty annoying because I don't remember the last time they were so caring... And now that they feel guilty to death, they can't leave me... My sister came to see me as well, but she kept her distance, smilling sympathetically at me when mom and dad got all preocupied. Now she had went to buy food for the three of them, because they hadn't eaten properly since they ame to the hospital, like 8 hours ago? Not sure... I actually think it was days...
"Riley, sweetie, are you sure you don't need another blanket... It's pretty cold in here and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible! Do you need me to call the nurse? Are you feeling okay?" My mom kept asking and I couldn't handle it anymore.
"GOD DAMN IT, MOM! I AM NOT OKAY! I WAS ALMOST BEATEN TO DEATH AND NOW I CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE OF THAT! I DON'T NEED ANYTHING NOW! I NEEDED YOU TO BE THERE SO THAT THIS HADN'T HAPPENED BUT YOU WERE NEVER, EVER THERE! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME... IT WAS LIKE I DID NOT EXIST... So if you will please stop pretending like you care because you can't live with the guilt you feel, then maybe I would be okay..." I stormed to my mom, shouting at the beginning but when my throat stared getting sore I had to lower my voice.
My parents looked at me shocked. My mother had her mouth opened and her eyes were shining like if she was going to cry. My dad lowered his head and placed a hand in my mother's back.
"Maybe we should leave Riley alone for a while, Emma. She needs to rest after everything."
My mom just nodds and they leave the room. The door still open. Probably someone just heard everything but well,.. it's the truth...
"Finally..." I whisper, sighing in relieve... I couldn't handle more of that.
I try to get the remote so that I can watch some tv but my ribs start hurting like hell so I stay still.
Great now I can't even watch tv... What am I suppose to do...
I close my eyes trying to go to sleep. But the only thing that happens is that I replay the events of the day in my head.
Still, I keep them close, trying to calm myself.
"Holly crap. She looks miserable..." I hear a masculine voice say.
I open my eyes and in front of me is a teenage boy. He is by the door and is looking at me with pitty in his eyes.
He must be around my age, probably older. He is tall and has a sligtly pale skin. His short hair is dark and his eyes are chocolate brown. He is wearing a fitted T-shirt so I can see that he is in good shape. He is pretty cute...
Oh Riley... Stop it.
"Well, thanks... I really needed to hear that..." I reply, looking at him.
Our eyes meet and I can see shock in his eyes.
What he thought I couldn't speak or what...
"You can hear me?" He ask with his voice shaking a bit. What a stupid question...
"Yeah... Apparently being beaten to death does not make you lose you hearing nor you vison. So yup, I can see you and hear you, misterious guys."
He stills looks at me with shock in his face but he chuckles a little and comes closer to my bed. He whispers something that looks like 'Crap... This isn't true' but I am not sure...
"What are you doing here? Are you visiting someone?" I ask, happy to have someone to talk to other than my parents, even if it's just small talk.
He seames to consider what to answer. "I guess you could say that... Now, I am visting you, girl which I do not no the name" He give me a huge smile
I smile a little and shook my head. I clear my throat.
"I am Riley."
"Riley... It's a cute name. I am James. What happened to you?"
A/N: i hope you like it! It was not really good but I felt the need to write so...
I didn't have time to correct mistakes so sorry for them. Will revise this later!
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