I'm a terrible, terrible person. I'm sooooo sorry for the late update. FORGIVE ME!
I wandered through the streets, not wanting to go home, but not having anywhere else to really go. My aimless steps weaved me through the traveling people. Pulling my head in like a turtle I ducked through the crowds. Wringing my hands, I never looked any of the passer-bys in the face.
Slowly but surely as time passed the crowds thinned. My own steps grew louder, and my gaze grew more wary, not to mention bored. Within minutes I had made up my mind because of that boredom. I would risk going home. Or what ever you wanted to call that place.
The sun shone its warm light on my back as I walked up the rickety steps to the apartment. Slinking up to the door, I carefully eased the barrier open. Ducking my head inside, I wasted no time in quickly moving to my poor excuse for a room. Before I could make it there though I heard thumping footsteps to my left and in no time I had turned to face the dark man.
In a few steps he was on me and I managed to get my hands up and around his forearm before it came crashing down on my windpipe. Pushing back I forced him back a step, letting his hand fall down he pulled out a phone.
"Guess who called today?" His words slithered around my throat and my eyes widened in fear. Regaining his ground, I stepped back with him. Feeling my back hit the cool wall I fumbled with something nearby that would help me to hold him back. My fingers slid helplessly on the cold wooden table, where they finally met the glass vase that held long dead flowers. Struggling to get a grip on the smooth surface, I hurried to arm myself with it. Pain flooded through my abdomen as his thick fist collided with my stomach.
"I always told you what would happen if you told anyone." Picking my up by my hair he whispered in my ear. The room was silent for a deadly moment before the sound of a thousand pieces of glass and water droplets thundered onto the floor. The storm had begun.
Bright light shined on my stiff eyelids, and slowly I opened up them up. Fluorescent lighting blazed back at me, and the sound of multiple beeps that sounded in no pattern assaulted my ears. Turning my head the thin pillow beneath my head crinkled and I found myself face to face with a heart rate monitor. Only then was I suddenly aware of the wires attached all over to my body. Lying flat down on my back again I stared up at the bright white ceiling.
After calming my heart I dared to sit up. The wires and tubes pulled at my skin, and I winced slightly at the unpleasant feeling. Thin curtains separated me from whatever was outside of this makeshift room, and I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for someone to come and tell me what was going on. At this point it was fairly obvious that I was in a hospital. Sighing I looked down at my and slowly stretching the fingers then turning it palm up. Clenching my hand into a fist I let it thump back down onto the bed. All the while the little high pitch noise of the heart monitor announced that I was indeed, alive.
The doctor and his accompanying nurse finished briefing me on the situation. It seems that a neighbor of ours had heard some….noises…..and decided to investigate. The poor old lady then found me on the floor, bloody as can be, broken as can be. She then brought me here, with my dearest father's permission of course. It was three days later. I would need to stay an additional 3 at least just so they could keep an eye one my wounds. That would mean missing school. Lots of it. Not t mention the bill. Oh, I dont even want to think about the bill!
Now that my mind had centered itself in on this money problem it all but refused to listen to anything else. The nurse's voice droned out and my mind became a pit of self pity. I wallowed in the thoughts of money and other such necessities till a sharp pain in my arm caused me to jolt to my right.
"Sorry." The nurse apologized, looking away sheepishly. Cleaning the area where she had just given me a shot she sticks on a plain bandage.
Night had fallen and not a sound could be heard in the whole corridor. Most of the wires had been removed throughout the day, and now my whole left arm was free. Free was a tough word to use though as it now had a nice navy blue brace on it because apparently when excessive force is placed on a bone, those said bones tend to break. Hence, I have a fractured wrist.
That seemed to be the worst of my injuries though but like most of them I had no idea exactly how they happened. I knew the cause but not the means. My whole back was covered in lacerations but who knows really. The majority of it was some heavy bruising. I had no clue how that happened either. In truth, how did any of this happen? How did he murder them? How is he murdering me?
The rest of my stay in the small (and trashed) hospital passed quickly, in many senses of the word. My wounds were not significantly better but neither were they better.
The nurse who had attended me all throughout my stay was disconnecting me finally from the machines. Once I was free I made sure to move myself as far away as possible. I knew that she wasn't going to hook me back up but I just wanted to make sure. Her sad grey eyes trained on me she chuckled lightly before checking with the doctor again to make sure there wasn't anything left to tell me.
Seeing how unofficial the small hospital was I was able to leave without any sort of guardian signature. I was actually starting to like the place. I was on my way home now, the sun shining on my sore skin. It had been almost a week on the dot and I was still feeling the effects o my fathers harsh treatment. I cradled my wrist to my chest as I stalked passed the multitude of people on the streets. Making my way through the crowds in a series of ducking and stopping, I was about to give up and wait it out when suddenly the crowd dispersed by itself. Or more accurately, I made my way out of the crowd.
He wasn't home when I arrived and I was infinitely thankful. I needed sleep. I needed food. I needed pain medication.
After swallowing two of the red pills to dull my pain, I gathered myself in my room. Closing my eyes I drifted off into a restless but well needed rest. Tomorrow was Friday already. I needed to be ready to face what would be thrown at me. I wasn't though. I needed a lot right now, food, sleep, to be painless. But those were all things that I could usually find in this wretched home. What I really needed would never be found here.
I'M so sorry everyone! If you still are with me after that crazy long span of no updates then I thank you! Honestly I have no good excuse at all. Writers block? Anyways thank you all and keep doing what you're doing! Sorry that this one is so short too, I just really felt like I should get something up. Sorry! Forgive me! This next chapter should be a little bit fluffier! Just a hint! Till next time which will hopefully be MUCH sooner than this!
~Shade
