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Scares and Dares
I walked out of the Green Dragon at 2.51am.
To say I was drunk would be like saying a bunny with multi-coloured ears was slightly abnormal.
I was so hammered I walked into a wall.
Not once.
Not twice.
No, even three wasn't enough.
Four times. Yes, four. I spent so much time face rubbing the wall that I'm pretty sure, that if I were coherent, we would be quite good friends by now.
I like Murph a lot more now. He's a nice guy. You'd think the fact that he was a 'gangsta' would detract from a guys personality, but it really doesn't.
He even took me home.
"So, Bella, A left here?"
"Nunga-nunga! Hehehehe"
Yes. Once again, my feet were in charge, and they weren't really for the whole self-preservation thing.
I giggled.
Again.
Murph sighed, and picked me up.
"Come on now, Bella, Only a little bit further till we're at your house."
Weirdly he was right, I thought we were outside the pub.
No… We were by the big towery thing.
Definitely.
Wait… Was it actually a factory?
I don't know I can't tell. Hopefully I'll end up at home.
I smacked his head for no apparent reason, and he laughed.
"Getting violent now are we Bellsy?"
I froze.
Who was it that said that?
A squirrel!
"Squiwdweff"
"erm… what?"
I pointed in the vague direction of the squirrel.
"Er… yes, Bells. I think, that you'll appreciate whatever it is, more tomorrow morning. When you can actually see it."
What was he on about? It was obviously a very friendly squirrel, because now it was on his head.
"hehe… Squiwdeff"
I promptly fell asleep.
Slowly and blearily, I opened my eyes.
It was still dark, and I was in some-ones arms.
"Hey, Bells it's me, Murph, I thought you might want to walk in on your own."
I looked around.
We were at my place.
Huh.
That was quick… Wait I was asleep.
I felt myself being lowered, and adjusted myself, so that I could land properly.
Once upright, I placed a hand on each wall, and held myself up.
"Thwanx Mwurph"
"No probs Bells. But one thing. Is this really were you live?"
I nodded. In a weird, bobby head sort of way.
He frowned.
"I thought you said you lived in a house."
I looked around, and shrugged.
"S'got four walls ain't it?"
He nodded, then shook his head and sighed.
"You know where to find me Bells"
Then he turned and walked away.
Humph. Meanie.
I walked through the hall and towards the stairs.
Somehow I managed to climb 16 flights of stairs, and come out of the other intact.
I know, I was surprised too.
Do you know what I feel like?
No, me neither.
I grinned like an idiot, before stopping outside my front door.
My idiotic drunk self, decided that I was sober enough to walk through the door and into my bedroom without anyone being any the wiser.
So I opened the door.
And promptly knocked over the table by the door, then walked forwards, into the wall, fell over, and tried to walk into the kitchen.
I say tried, because obviously, in my drunk state, I had forgotten how to work a door, and was just walking into the door, over and over and over again. It was actually frustrating me.
Yes. That's right. A door was frustrating me.
A shame that I didn't open it really, because five seconds later Phil pulled the door to the living room open with such force, that it banged into the wall behind it, with a thud.
For around three seconds he stood their, not moving.
"You Fucking Bitch! Where the Fuck Have You Been?!"
My feet were again in control, as my mouth made to answer him.
Unfortunately my mouth never got the chance, as a fist smashed into it.
Ow.
For a second, I swayed, and then I fell backwards, into the corner of the doorframe.
Phil was ranting, but my brains connection with my ears must be having issues, because only a few words were coming through.
"You… Not… My dinner! If… ever… you… will… die… respect"
Hmm.
And I thought he'd be angry. Although he was obviously high. I mean, why else would he think I was his dinner?
I managed to say.
"Not your dinner."
For some reason he didn't appreciate that.
Ow.
He was now kicking me, in the ribs.
Hmmm. I feel, a bit… odd.
I leaned over, and threw up.
On Phil's foot.
From what I could see, he seemed not to like it.
I am always telling him to wear slippers, or shoes, or something.
He waved his hands in the air a bit, turned around, and then, walked off.
Not normal.
Wait, from what I could see, he was coming back.
What was the point in that?
The next blow to my head, explained exactly why he left.
There were spots everywhere, it was difficult to stay conscious. Did I want to stay conscious?
He was wearing his steel toed boots.
Fuck, ow.
As I came back to the world, I could feel him kicking the rest of me without abandon.
I heard a snap.
"Phwuck owff you baffstard!"
Oh my god.
Did I just say that?
I don't mean 'Oh my god I'm mentally retarded'- I said it like that because I have blood in my mouth.
But still.
Oh my god.
Phil paused for a moment, and looked at my face.
I would love to describe his expression, but I have absolutely no idea what he looked like- I can't see properly.
He grabbed my arm.
Yes, the broken one.
I vaguely realised that I was still cursing at him.
He pulled me along the hall, and into my room.
What were we doing in my room? We never go in here.
He threw me on the 'bed' and kicked me once before leaving the room.
Do you know what? I think the drugs have finally got to him.
Or maybe they've got to me.
Maybe I'm really in a mental hospital.
I suddenly had a spaz attack of hysteria.
I was laughing so hard, that blood was dribbling out of my mouth.
I couldn't stop.
I'm a mental person.
Phil entered the room with rope.
I couldn't help it. I reached out and grabbed it, and then started chewing. Yes chewing.
Obviously I subconsciously thought rope was tasty all this time.
After a few seconds, I regained control of myself and dropped the rope.
I think even Phil was a little concerned by now.
If he was, he got over it.
He picked me up, and tied my arms to the curtain rail. One on each side.
Hmmm. Ow.
He looked at my face again, and laughed.
Then he pulled out a knife, and cut off my shirt.
Normally I would've been concerned with this, but this sort of thing happened so often, that in my drunken state, I was still more interested in the ropes.
He left again.
He is a bit odd.
But then again, maybe he's really normal, and I'm the freaky one. I mean, I did just try and eat a rope.
He came back in.
Yes, again.
This time he had a little gas oven.
Where did he even nick that from?
Hmm, a spider…
Wait, he's gone behind me. Oh no! Pantomime.
I then started pretending he was the villain behind me, in my head.
I didn't notice anything behind me for the next few minutes, as I recited all I knew of pantomime from school in my head.
Which was basically, my internal self going:
"He's behind you!"
"How do you know?"
"I just do"
"ooh are you psychic?"
…and so on.
I was fine like that until, I heard Phil laugh.
Even my drunk self knew that wasn't good, and I tried to turn to see him.
I felt something, hot. Uncomfortably so, on my back.
Then it got hotter. I tried to squirm.
"Nyah!"
Yes, now I was making up words.
The heat turned to burning, and the feel of being cut open at the same time.
I could feel it moving, but it didn't matter.
I screamed.
It came out as a gargle.
I sort of wiggled, and then fell over.
Yes, while I was tied standing up, I fell over.
After what seemed like the entire middle ages, the burning stopped, and I sagged.
I heard Phil laugh.
He was pleased.
Not surprisingly.
I was, however, surprised, when I suddenly felt cool air hit my legs.
I didn't like that.
I kicked him.
Only in the knee, but still.
He cursed, and kicked me back.
Before I had a chance to retort, he pulled down my pants, and I could feel him on me.
I shut down.
I didn't move at all.
I was barely even aware of where I was.
He leaned down, as if to whisper in my ear, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"I hate you, Isabella. But you sure are a good fuck."
And then it started all over again.
I opened my eyes.
Dark.
Wet.
Outside.
Seems like Phil chucked me out again.
I tried to get up, but neither of my arms would work, and it seemed like my leg was broken.
Just trying was making it incredibly difficult to breathe.
I couldn't do it.
Stay here, wherever here was.
I looked around what I could see of where I was.
Nothing distinctive.
I have a long stay ahead of me…
It had been a whole day, and I still didn't think I could get up.
If I didn't get anything to drink soon, I'd probably not be waking up. I mean that as in after I fell asleep, not right now. I'm awake now. You should really be able to tell that.
I could here movement at the end of this alley type place.
Muffled yelling, and a mans voice telling whoever was yelling to shut up.
I didn't like it.
No.
Go away.
"Go away."
It came out in a weird voice, and I didn't think it was loud enough for either of them to hear, but I could see the outline of the girl look up, and she kneed the man.
He looked a lot like the one from before.
He cursed and tried to grab her, but she ran forwards, and picked up a brick, whacking him on the head with it.
Wait… a brick?
Is this the same alley?
She walked over to me.
I'm not sure if she thought I was alive or not.
She nudged me.
"Hello?"
I stared at her.
That seemed to freak her out a bit.
"hey"
I managed to say.
She looked a bit freaked.
"Are you okay?"
I nearly said I was one hundred percent fine, so piss off and leave me to my floor.
But I didn't.
Although I do like my floor.
"Erm… If I could have a drink that would be nice."
She frowned.
So she didn't like this answer?
"I think I should call an ambulance."
"No."
"But you could be really bad."
"No."
She shook her head.
"Can't I take you to my place?"
hmm.
If I went then I could recover for next Monday, and I would definitely be alive.
"okay"
She smiled a bit.
But then noticed I wasn't getting up.
"Can you walk?"
"I can try"
I did.
Didn't work.
She seemed to notice, and grabbed my side, and pulled me up.
"Are you in trouble with the gangs around here or something?"
I shook my head, trying not to grimace in pain and said,
"I got drunk, went down the alley, Got beat up, I suppose."
That was of course a lie.
I might be a crazy drunk, but I do remember it.
She frowned, and then a look of horror spread across her face.
"Do you remember exactly what happened?"
I shook my head, and a sad look appeared on her face.
"oh… Okay."
She helped me along the street until we met a bright blue Subaru Impreza.
Not that I knew that.
Although I was impressed she had a car.
She helped me in to the passenger seat, and drove off.
We didn't talk during the ride, so I stared out the window.
Oooh window…
Once we got there, she turned to me and said,
"I have to go in and speak to my dad first, Okay? I'll only be a minute."
I sort of squeaked out a "yes."
And she got out of the car and headed into the rather large house in front of me.
I waited for around an hour.
It was getting weirdly hot in here.
I was so tired.
I was gonna go to sleep soon.
I could feel my head nodding as I tried to stay awake.
I was just about to fall asleep, when the door opened.
The girl had a split lip and looked upset.
"Are you awake? You have to stay awake. I read that in a book."
I nodded slowly, ignoring the pounding in my head.
"My father doesn't like visitors, so you can't stay here, but I did get you my gran's wheelchair."
I nodded again.
She pulled the wheelchair up to the car. And helped pull me in.
"I would give you lift to the hospital, but my dad's pretty angry with me. If you ever want to see me again, my name's Georgia."
I nodded.
Apparently I'm Churchill.
Oh yes.
She walked off then, back to the house.
… So hospital? Well, I suppose I could just stay a cripple. Because that would be fun.
Hospital it is.
I wheeled myself slowly down the street. As it turned out, it was only around a quarter-mile to the hospital, so I would be fine getting there.
I managed to wheel myself all the way there.
Mind you, people gave me some funny looks.
I guess I didn't look to good.
Okay, before entering, self check:
Head- Been bashed, probably broken nose and jaw.
Arm- One definitely broken.
Ribs- At least 5 broken ribs, maybe punctured lung
Legs- At least one broken leg.
Back- Not sure, but definitely cut up.
What should I do?
I don't think there's any need for them to know about my back, maybe if I say my leg hurts.
Yes, then I'd only need the one cast.
I wheeled myself in, and towards the reception area.
Wow, there are a lot of people here. I didn't know this many people needed to visit the hospital.
I headed for the main desk to 'check in'.
Unfortunately, it was built for people to stand up behind.
Idiots.
I knocked on the side of the desk to gain the clerks attention.
"excuse me."
"hey? Someone there?"
"down here."
A head popped over the counter, and stared at me.
"Hi, What are you here for?"
"I think I broke my leg. That's why I'm in the wheel chair."
The head raised it's eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
That's the kind of head I like to see.
"My name's Bella Swan, So… where should I wait?"
A hand appeared next to the head, and pointed to the far left end of the waiting area.
I wheeled awkwardly over there.
Time to wait.
It's hot in here too…
I watched as people on crash trolleys came in.
'Emergencies' they were.
One guy came in, with a bottle stuck in his gut.
I had been here for about four hours now.
I was so tired…
It took them ages to give a person a cubicle.
The person next to me had been waiting for 6 hours. He should know.
So tired…
Maybe if I just slept for a bit, I would wake up when they called me.
I closed my eyes.
I was being shaken.
"Miss! Miss! They called your name five minutes ago! Wake up!"
I opened my eyes to find doctor standing right in front of me.
I leaned back.
Why on earth did he want to stand in my face?!
Breathe Bella.
I wish, that once, just once, my feet wouldn't manage to take over my brain.
"Are you alright?"
Scary…
I nodded. I didn't feel like I could talk to this man.
He seemed to sense this, and walked behind me.
Not the best move.
I was holding in the scream.
I didn't care who he was. He should fuck off.
I gripped the edges of the chair as tightly as possible.
So tightly that my knuckles turned white. Or at least paler than before.
He started wheeling me towards the cubicle area.
I didn't relax.
"I'm gonna put you in a cubicle, and then Doctor Faulkner will be in to see you. She's very nice."
His last sentence relaxed my entire body.
He noticed.
Stupid observant person.
"I'll just pop you in here, and you can get changed, and put yourself on a trolley"
He put me in a cubicle, and pulled the curtains round.
There was a mirror in here. A mirror.
I looked at the paper gown.
Well, I suppose it doesn't matter how much I show them does it?
Yes.
It does.
I pulled off my clothing, slowly and painfully.
I was basically black and blue.
Ha! I'm multi-coloured! Like that rabbits ears!
I turned, so that my back was facing the mirror.
For a second I froze.
He didn't.
He couldn't of.
No. I was imagining it.
I blinked hard.
Still there.
No matter what, there was no way I was going to explain the words 'Fat Whore' being branded onto my back.
At all.
I started redressing myself.
Then stopped.
I couldn't walk around like this.
Physically I couldn't.
Maybe if I told them I had lied about my name…
But what about the words?
Maybe I just don't let them see my back.
Stay lying down at all times.
Eventually I ended up in the stupid paper gown, lying on the bed.
I watched the curtains for a while, until eventually a woman, in her early 30's entered.
She had a blonde bob, and was quite obviously a doctor- she had a white doctors coat on.
Plus she had a stethoscope round her neck.
"Hi, I'm doctor Faulkner, I'll be treating you today. Say's here that your name's Bella Swan. That's it."
I smiled nervously, and restrained myself from wringing my hands.
"er,… that's not my real name."
She raised her eyebrows at me.
It seems his hospital has a thing about eyebrows.
Anyway…
Fake name… fake name…
I looked around.
There.
A vase, weirdly next too a sign for the loos.
"My real name is Poppy. Poppy Lewis"
She frowned, but nodded.
"I'll see if we can pull up your medical records. A nurse will be in here in a second to ask you things like when you were born, and then we'll see what we can do."
She left.
As soon as she walked out the curtain a nurse came in. She was pregnant. I stared.
She didn't seem too bothered.
"So, your names Poppy? Do you like the flower?"
I shook my head, and watched as she pulled out a clipboard.
"Right then. Your name is Poppy Lewis?"
I nodded.
"When were you born?"
"September the 9th 1990"
"Okay. What are your parents names?"
"There not coming."
"This is just to find medical information."
I shook my head, and frowned.
The nurse sighed and moved on to the next question.
"Where do you live?"
"4 Farriers Road, Sutton"
"What's the problem?"
"I fell down the stairs. I live on my own, and my leg really hurt, so I came here, because I think it's broken."
She nodded.
"Okay, I'll send the doctor in now. If it is broken I'll probably be the one to put a cast on it."
I nodded.
She walked out.
They don't monitor you much here do they?
Half an hour later and once again Dr. Faulkner walked in.
"okay then Poppy. Let's have a look at that leg."
She came over, and moved the gown up my leg.
It took a lot for me not to pull away. I certainly wasn't comfortable.
I could see the shock in her face as she revealed the bruises all the way my legs.
I winced.
She put on some latex gloves.
I didn't like those.
Phil sometime used them.
I shivered.
She came over and started to peer at both of my legs.
It was my right leg which was broken. Definitely. Although my left did feel like I had torn a muscle or something. I don't know.
Stupid Phil using a knife on it.
I saw her rearrange her features so that she was completely passive, and she started to feel along the bones.
She looked at me every now and then to see what my reaction was.
I kept my face completely clear of pain. It was getting too easy.
In truth it hurt like hell, especially when she put pressure on the break.
She seemed a little concerned that I wasn't reacting.
"Okay, well I'm pretty sure you've broken that right leg. I also think we should get a surgeon in for that one gash in your left leg. Other than that your going to need a good few stitches, and an x-ray to confirm the break in your leg."
I nodded.
She frowned again.
"It'll be about two hours until x-ray is free, so for now I'm going to give you a full body exam."
A full body exam.
Fuck.
Say no.
But then she'll be suspicious.
Say yes.
But what if she looks at my back?
Run.
Okay then.
I nodded at her.
She looked at me for a second.
"I'll be right back."
And she was.
She literally popped her head out of the curtain.
"Poppy… How old are you?"
"18, I told the nurse."
"I don't think that's right Poppy, because, although the nurse doesn't pay that much attention, I know that there isn't a number four Farriers road, Sutton."
Crap.
"There is. I live there."
"You're a good liar Poppy, I'll give you that."
I frowned.
"What do you want?"
"Poppy, normal people don't get that many bruises from falling down the stairs. Nor do they miraculously gain 6 inch cuts in their thighs."
I cringed.
"Well, I've always been really unlucky."
"I don't think so Bella."
Crap.
"What? I'm Poppy."
She smiled.
"You are so very good at this."
I frowned again.
"There's someone here to see you after your finished."
I nodded.
She walked closer to the bed.
"Time for your full body examination. If you would remove the gown."
I pulled the gown over my head, and was lying their in just my bra and knickers.
She gasped.
Instead of being upset, I was angry.
She was supposed to be passive.
I looked down at myself.
I had a few deep cuts that I had bandaged a bit, and then where there weren't bandages my skin was so bruised it was basically dark purple, even more so around my ribs.
You could see my ribs sticking out at odd angles, and my broken arm was bandaged too.
She slowly reached out to my arm and unwrapped the bandage.
The bone was straining the skin. It didn't look good.
She didn't touch it, but instead felt the pulse in my wrist for some reason.
She frowned.
"Bella, can you feel your left hand?"
I thought about it.
Could I?
"Not really."
"This is going to hurt."
I cringed.
Stop it with the cringing self!
She took hold of both ends of my upper arm, and pulled the bone back into place.
I was tempted to swear.
She gave me a weird look.
Probably because I didn't scream or anything.
Then she moved on to my ribs.
First she un-bandaged all the cuts across my abdomen.
Which was bad.
Because I had to lean forward.
I couldn't run.
I would stay.
Shut down.
I entered the sanctity of my brain.
I was aware of her scream.
I was aware of the nurse running in.
I was aware of their constant questioning.
I was aware of the lady from social services.
I was of the x-rays, stitches, and needles which were necessary.
I was aware of the cast's put on my body.
But I didn't react to any of those things.
Eventually I heard a beeping.
My alarm.
I shot up.
I looked around, a nurse had just plugged me in to a heart monitor. Outside the curtain was a lady. The social services one probably.
I had to get out of here.
I grabbed the IV needle from my arm and pulled it out.
The nurse was trying to restrain me, and the stupid heart monitor was going crazy.
An alarm went off and Doctor Faulkner ran into the room, with a needle.
Great more needles.
She injected it straight into my arm.
As soon as it entered my body I started to feel drowsy, I held still for a second, and the nurse let go.
Idiot.
I got up as quickly as possible, and made for the curtain.
Dr Faulkner was standing in the way looking confused.
I made to go past her, but I was so tired.
I took a step forwards on the cast, and collapsed.
I opened my eyes.
I could hear beeping again.
Stupid Heart monitor.
I could feel a new IV in my arm.
I tried to reach for it and pull it out of my arm, but I was stopped by what seemed to be restraints on my arms.
Bastards restraining me like that.
I looked around.
I had been moved to an actual room.
It was currently un-occupied. Apart from me of course.
At that precise moment Dr Faulkner walked into the room.
"Good Morning Bella."
Sure it was six months till the semi's but still.
I wanted to practise. Or see Edward. Or something.
I did not want to be here.
"Why am I still here?"
"So that you'll talk to Miss Davies, from social services."
I grinned.
"Okay."
She frowned, but went outside to get this person.
A moment later, she came back in with a short brunette.
"Hi, I'm Miss Davies. Your Bella right?"
"yup"
She was also take aback by my cheerful attitude.
"You can call me Anna then"
A weird look went onto her face then, as she came over and sat down next to the bed.
"Bella, I'm here to ask you, has anyone ever hurt you?"
I frowned.
"I would feel more comfortable answering that question without restraints on."
She smiled.
"Okay Bella."
God these people were stupid.
I continued frowning, so as to make it look like I was having an internal struggle.
"… yes"
She was very careful not to smile at that answer.
"Bella, can you tell me who hurt you?"
"What?"
I was genuinely surprised.
"The writing on your back."
No acting needed the colour from my face completely drained.
I don't know why I was so shocked. I knew they would look at my back.
I couldn't breathe.
I could hear the heart monitor escalating.
'Anna' was starting to look a bit worried.
"Bella?"
I wasn't going to reply when I could hardly breathe was I?
She ran to the door.
"Can I get a doctor in here?!"
I heard people running, but I still couldn't breathe.
Spots were blurring my vision now.
I was gonna pass out.
I did.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
"We have to bring her back! Charging 360!"
Ow!
"We've got her. Keep the oxygen mask on at all times."
I woke up to the same room, but this time no restraints.
I looked around.
I took my IV out first.
No effect so far.
I could see some crutches on the opposite side of the room.
Stupid casts getting in the way.
I swung my legs over the bed.
3
2
1
Go, go, go!
I pulled the monitor of my finger causing a big beep, ran forwards, grabbed the crutches, and managed to hobble out of the room.
Quickly. Are they coming from the left or the right?
I'll go right.
I sort of limped down the right corridor, and kept going.
I could hear people shouting behind me, but nothing from in front.
I managed to limp all the way out of the hospital.
Fresh air.
Lot's of it.
Cold.
I was still wearing my paper gown.
Now what?
End of chapter 6!
Bloody hell was that chapter long. 36 pages.
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