You don't know what true happiness until you fall through the saddest depths of hell. Of course, I had to learn that the hard way, or I'll probably not be talking to you right now. I never want to eat a dead rat and drink it's blood and urine again. It was like I was a bird locked in a cage, and there was no way out but death. Then, when I was about to lose hope and accept fate, a hand came in and saved me.
I'll never lose my love for those people, those random people. Without even wanting to do so, this family of strangers became my hero. Even if I had opened the cage myself, they allowed me to spread my wings. The little robin is now happy because of the kindness in their hearts.
"What the hell are you doing?" the mom with fairly dark skin cried out, covering her small daughter's brown eyes. They were an African American family. Their dog was a german shepherd with beautiful brown fur.
"Mommy, that's a bad word-"
"Gracie, not now. Tell me, young man, what the hell are you doing?" Vanitas glared at them, an angry expression written all over his face. Nothing came out of his mouth. "Girl, what you alright? If not, nod your head." I did that action.
"I'm calling the police right now!" the man told his wife. He quickly got out the phone, but Vanitas whipped it out of his hands because he finally let go of my hair. I stayed on the ground, not knowing what to do. The phone broke when it hit the ground. "Honey, get out your phone. I've to teach this kid a thing or two about manners." He let go of the leash of his dog, so it tried to leap on my cousin.
"Bad dog...just stay down," he commanded, moving his hands before him. "Attacking strangers isn't a good thing to do."
"Somebody's being a hypocrite!" Vanitas stared me down after I voiced my opinion. I place my hands at the level of my eyes.
"Mommy, Daddy, what's happening? Why was that man licking her ear anyways? Why are the police coming? Why does that girl look so beaten?" Gracie asked. The young girl's voice was quivering. "I want to go home." The mom pulled out her cellphone, and her fingers typed in the number as soon as possible. Vanitas was too busy fighting off the dad and dog.
"...Somebody come quick...I don't know what's happening, but my family and I just found this man attacking a little girl in Pulchram Park!...She has red hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, why do you ask me that, for a missing person report or something?...Really, this girl has been missing for a couple months now! Abducted! Oh my God, I didn't know that! She doesn't look in the best shape though."
"Stop talking bitch!" When he got the chance, Vanitas threw himself on the woman adult, making her phone hit the ground and crash. The little girl tried to yank him off her the moment they fell on the ground.
"Nobody does that to my wife!" the man shouted. He kicked Vanitas in the face, so the teenager's nose began to bleed a little. The dog jumped on him as well. Vanitas ran, and then I felt him grab me by the neck. My black-haired cousin easily lifted me from the ground.
"If you come after us, this girl will die." I could barely breath, but words failed to escape my mouth as I struggled to break free. My legs were flailing around like always. "But, I do need to punish you for calling the police. They might actually find me."
"You little brat!" The man did not care, for he was not fully convinced by the kidnapper's words. Vanitas tightened his grip. There was no air getting to my head now, and everything started to blur. Then, as if destiny called it, the last thing I saw was a bunch of F.B.I agents. Vanitas let go, for he tried to run away.
When I woke up, I noticed I was in a plain room, but there was a television set playing the current basketball game. Neither of the teams were ones that I personally rooted for. One of the teams were in a great lead though. There were also tubes all over my body and a mask over the mouth. A machine monitored my heartbeat.
"Ms. Leonhart, you're finally awake. Your family just missed you," a nurse said, coming over to me. She had a clipboard in her pale hands. Her blonde hair was really short, and her eyes were colored brown. I turned my head slightly to notice some lilacs on the table beside me. On the note near it, hope you get better soon was written on it followed by a smile. It was in Xion's rather messy handwriting. "Oh, I think I should mention you've been out for a couple weeks actually. When the police found you, you were on the verge of dying. Your parents and sisters were so happy to find out that you weren't dead."
"That would make sense," I responded. The girl didn't hear me though since it was so faint. "What exactly was wrong with me?"
"Doctor, Ms. Leonhart is awake!" Like before, she failed to notice anything told to her. I just rolled my blue eyes, and then noticed a mirror by me. What I saw was basically a skeleton. My hair was falling out, so a low amount of it stayed on my head. There were bruises and hickeys all over the place.
"I'm ugly," I whispered to myself while wanting to place my head under the blanket. Before I went through with it, my doctor walked in. He had simple brown hair that was the same color of his eyes. His skin was slightly more tan than the nurse beside him.
"You're one lucky kid to survive that, for I think most people would've starved to death in there," he complemented. "Most people in your situation would be broken to pieces now as well. I guess you're emotionally stable considering the events you just went through."
"Your point-" Once again, I didn't speak loudly enough.
"We also found some...disturbing things in your stomach." The doctor fixed his glasses. "It caused some problems, but I think they're all solved now." Then, without me listening, they stated everything I already knew at the time. It was like they forgot I experienced them first hand.
"Get on with it," I complained, staring at my gift. Just seeing hints of Xion put a smile on my face.
"...Anyways, your parents were so worried about you, and I called them when Nurse Shell bought me the news. They seem to be overjoyed to know that you're finally awake. As for Vanitas Strife, he is going through court this very moment." I was so relieved to hear that, yet I thought it would have been over already. Whatever, I told myself, at least he isn't on the streets though. At least he's not putting any other of my sisters through the hell I experienced.
