I Kay woke up in an alley. "Where the hell am I?" she thought. Standing
up she dusted herself off and noticed how dark it was. And cold. And
frightening. She suddenly didn't want to be here. It gave her a weird
feeling in the pit of her stomach. And she hated being cold.
At the sound of footsteps approaching her, Kay snapped around and smiled in relief as she realized it was her mother walking towards her.
"Mom, I'm so glad you're here. This place is giving me a creepy feeling. Let's get out of here." She said and attempted to take her mother's hand.
As she touched her mom, Grace yanked her hand out of Kay's reach.
"Don't touch me you vile monster. Don't ever touch me. And, please, don't make me look at you. You're so ugly. Get away from me." Grace turned and fled away, disappearing into nothingness.
For a second, Kay stood with a dismayed look on her face and then grew very angry.
"How dare she. I am not ugly. What is her problem?"
"Her problem is you. You're ugly and disgusting. I'm beautiful and appealing. Miguel will never want you." Kay heard Charity's voice echoing in the night and demonic laughter flowed from the disembodied sound.
"No I'm not! I'm not ugly. I may be a lot of bad things but I'm not ugly!"
Suddenly, Miguel and Charity appeared in front of her. He had his arms wrapped around the insipid blonde and as he stared at her a look of complete and utter disgust shone in his eyes. Charity laughed her evil laugh. Then, Miguel just shook his head and turned and walked away from Kay.
Kay fell to the ground in shock. She was so confused. Why did they keep on saying she was ugly? She was not ugly. She wasn't. Feeling a hand touch her shoulder, she looked dup to see her father.
"Oh, daddy, you have to get me out of her. Everyone's so mean. They keep saying I'm ugly. I'm not ugly. Am I?" She begged her father with sad eyes to give her the answer she desperately wanted to hear.
"No, you're not ugly…you're sickeningly grotesque. Stay away from me and my family." He said and Jessica, Grace, and Charity appeared at his side.
"But I am your family." Kay cried.
"No one that ugly could be part of any family." A voice said with laughter in their tone.
Searching for the voice, Kay saw Simone laughing at her.
"Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm no ugly! I'm not!"
"Oh, yes, you are. Here, see for yourself." Simone said, handing her a mirror.
Looking into the mirror, Kay screamed. Staring back at her was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. A face of sickening features was displayed in the mirror. Her skin was gray and scaly. Her lips were blue and cracked. The worst was the scars. Huge, red scars roped across her face and down her neck. The looked like worms lying on her once flawless skin. All of her was horrifyingly ugly. She threw down the offending mirror. She couldn't stand to look at herself any longer.
Suddenly she was surrounded by her family and friends. Grace, Sam, Charity, Miguel, Jessica, and Simone crowded her and began taunting and teasing her. Words flew around her and slammed into her repeatedly like powerful fists.
"UGLY… DISGUSTING… NAUSEATING…REPULSIVE…"
The words hit her hard and tore into her, leaving deep bloody wounds. She curled into a ball and pressed her hands to her ears.
"Noo! I'm not ugly! No! Stop it! Stop laughing! NOOOO!"/I
Reese walked down the hospital corridor. His face was bare of the thick glasses that he normally wore. He had gone to the optometrist and was surprised when he said that his vision had improved immensely. He only had to have a pair of glasses for reading now. The slim silver frames rested in his pocket. Reese was happy. He didn't have to wear glasses. He had gotten plenty of rest the night before. Kay had woken up and life was good. He swung open the door to Kay's hospital room and for a second just stared.
"Noo…Nooo…Stop." Kay mumbled, tossing and turning in her sleep. A thin veil of sweat covered her and her face was twisted in a grimace of horror under the bandages. Reese walked into her room to find her crying and struggling to breathe. He shook her awake but she continued to gasp for breath. He quickly realized that she needed help and fast.
"Doctor Russell! Help! Someone help!" he yelled out the door.
Eve came running into the room and immediately started to try calming down Kay. After a few minutes, she still hadn't been able to catch her breath. Eve grabbed the oxygen mask that rested next to Kay's bedside table and turned on the tank. Pressing the mask to Kay's face she instructed her to calm down.
"Kay, don't fight it. Calm down. Take in a breath. Slowly, now. Let it out. Good job. Do you think you'll be okay now?"
Kay nodded and Eve removed the mask.
"Now, Mikhaila Bennett, listen to me. Do not get yourself excited like that again. You have a punctured lung. Any excitement will increase your heart rate and your lungs just can't handle that right now. You could go into cardiac arrest and die. You have to stay calm. Understand?" she gently chided.
"Yes, I understand but it's not my fault. I had a nightmare. Last time I checked I couldn't control what I dream." Kay said rudely. She was frustrated about her dream and not being able to breathe.
"Well then we'll just have to give you a sedative when you get tired so that you can have a dream free sleep. I'll go now and tell the nurses." Eve said and left the room.
"Reese, tell me the truth. What's wrong with my face? Tell me now. I don't care if you want to or not. You Iwill/I tell me."
"You don't have to be so rude." Reese sighed and breathed in resignation, "The doctor said that while you were in surgery to repair your lung your cuts began to heal. The doctor said that because they started to scar over it would be hard to repair the tissue. He's not sure if you'll look the same again."
"Ok, thanks for telling me. Could you leave now?" Kay said shakily.
"No, I can't. Come on. Khaila tell me how this makes you feel." Reese said making a weak attempt to get her to talk to him.
"Shut up, Reese. You are not a freaking psychiatrist. My name is not Khaila, by the way! Now, get the hell out of here!" Kay yelled.
"Okay, fine. I'll leave. But I'm coming back tomorrow."
"Dear Lord, I hope not." She muttered under her breath.
As soon as Reese went through the door Kay's rigid defensive stance flew out and she slumped against the pile of pillows against her back. For a second, she just sat and stared at an invisible spot on her bed. Tears appeared on her cheeks and slid down. Soon, she turned on her side and began crying, hard. The tears remained quiet but on the inside her heart was screaming.
At the sound of footsteps approaching her, Kay snapped around and smiled in relief as she realized it was her mother walking towards her.
"Mom, I'm so glad you're here. This place is giving me a creepy feeling. Let's get out of here." She said and attempted to take her mother's hand.
As she touched her mom, Grace yanked her hand out of Kay's reach.
"Don't touch me you vile monster. Don't ever touch me. And, please, don't make me look at you. You're so ugly. Get away from me." Grace turned and fled away, disappearing into nothingness.
For a second, Kay stood with a dismayed look on her face and then grew very angry.
"How dare she. I am not ugly. What is her problem?"
"Her problem is you. You're ugly and disgusting. I'm beautiful and appealing. Miguel will never want you." Kay heard Charity's voice echoing in the night and demonic laughter flowed from the disembodied sound.
"No I'm not! I'm not ugly. I may be a lot of bad things but I'm not ugly!"
Suddenly, Miguel and Charity appeared in front of her. He had his arms wrapped around the insipid blonde and as he stared at her a look of complete and utter disgust shone in his eyes. Charity laughed her evil laugh. Then, Miguel just shook his head and turned and walked away from Kay.
Kay fell to the ground in shock. She was so confused. Why did they keep on saying she was ugly? She was not ugly. She wasn't. Feeling a hand touch her shoulder, she looked dup to see her father.
"Oh, daddy, you have to get me out of her. Everyone's so mean. They keep saying I'm ugly. I'm not ugly. Am I?" She begged her father with sad eyes to give her the answer she desperately wanted to hear.
"No, you're not ugly…you're sickeningly grotesque. Stay away from me and my family." He said and Jessica, Grace, and Charity appeared at his side.
"But I am your family." Kay cried.
"No one that ugly could be part of any family." A voice said with laughter in their tone.
Searching for the voice, Kay saw Simone laughing at her.
"Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm no ugly! I'm not!"
"Oh, yes, you are. Here, see for yourself." Simone said, handing her a mirror.
Looking into the mirror, Kay screamed. Staring back at her was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. A face of sickening features was displayed in the mirror. Her skin was gray and scaly. Her lips were blue and cracked. The worst was the scars. Huge, red scars roped across her face and down her neck. The looked like worms lying on her once flawless skin. All of her was horrifyingly ugly. She threw down the offending mirror. She couldn't stand to look at herself any longer.
Suddenly she was surrounded by her family and friends. Grace, Sam, Charity, Miguel, Jessica, and Simone crowded her and began taunting and teasing her. Words flew around her and slammed into her repeatedly like powerful fists.
"UGLY… DISGUSTING… NAUSEATING…REPULSIVE…"
The words hit her hard and tore into her, leaving deep bloody wounds. She curled into a ball and pressed her hands to her ears.
"Noo! I'm not ugly! No! Stop it! Stop laughing! NOOOO!"/I
Reese walked down the hospital corridor. His face was bare of the thick glasses that he normally wore. He had gone to the optometrist and was surprised when he said that his vision had improved immensely. He only had to have a pair of glasses for reading now. The slim silver frames rested in his pocket. Reese was happy. He didn't have to wear glasses. He had gotten plenty of rest the night before. Kay had woken up and life was good. He swung open the door to Kay's hospital room and for a second just stared.
"Noo…Nooo…Stop." Kay mumbled, tossing and turning in her sleep. A thin veil of sweat covered her and her face was twisted in a grimace of horror under the bandages. Reese walked into her room to find her crying and struggling to breathe. He shook her awake but she continued to gasp for breath. He quickly realized that she needed help and fast.
"Doctor Russell! Help! Someone help!" he yelled out the door.
Eve came running into the room and immediately started to try calming down Kay. After a few minutes, she still hadn't been able to catch her breath. Eve grabbed the oxygen mask that rested next to Kay's bedside table and turned on the tank. Pressing the mask to Kay's face she instructed her to calm down.
"Kay, don't fight it. Calm down. Take in a breath. Slowly, now. Let it out. Good job. Do you think you'll be okay now?"
Kay nodded and Eve removed the mask.
"Now, Mikhaila Bennett, listen to me. Do not get yourself excited like that again. You have a punctured lung. Any excitement will increase your heart rate and your lungs just can't handle that right now. You could go into cardiac arrest and die. You have to stay calm. Understand?" she gently chided.
"Yes, I understand but it's not my fault. I had a nightmare. Last time I checked I couldn't control what I dream." Kay said rudely. She was frustrated about her dream and not being able to breathe.
"Well then we'll just have to give you a sedative when you get tired so that you can have a dream free sleep. I'll go now and tell the nurses." Eve said and left the room.
"Reese, tell me the truth. What's wrong with my face? Tell me now. I don't care if you want to or not. You Iwill/I tell me."
"You don't have to be so rude." Reese sighed and breathed in resignation, "The doctor said that while you were in surgery to repair your lung your cuts began to heal. The doctor said that because they started to scar over it would be hard to repair the tissue. He's not sure if you'll look the same again."
"Ok, thanks for telling me. Could you leave now?" Kay said shakily.
"No, I can't. Come on. Khaila tell me how this makes you feel." Reese said making a weak attempt to get her to talk to him.
"Shut up, Reese. You are not a freaking psychiatrist. My name is not Khaila, by the way! Now, get the hell out of here!" Kay yelled.
"Okay, fine. I'll leave. But I'm coming back tomorrow."
"Dear Lord, I hope not." She muttered under her breath.
As soon as Reese went through the door Kay's rigid defensive stance flew out and she slumped against the pile of pillows against her back. For a second, she just sat and stared at an invisible spot on her bed. Tears appeared on her cheeks and slid down. Soon, she turned on her side and began crying, hard. The tears remained quiet but on the inside her heart was screaming.