Grace of Heaven

By: Layde3 x3

Disclaimer: Don't own.

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Chapter 4: Dirty Girl

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

I'm A-L-I-V-E

ALIVE.

Damn.

Alive.

Staring at the empty ceiling. Staring at the bare ceiling.

"I'm trying to understand. Please help me. Please?" asked the doctor again. She won't leave. Always asking, always wanting more from her. The doctor asked another question "Why did you do this?"

I should answer her. Give her what she wants, so she'll leave me alone. Leave me alone and let my parents come. Let my mommy and daddy come. Let them make me be safe again. Let me be home again. I open my cracked lips, my throat's dry. I can barely hear the words myself.

"Because I'm not dead"

She's shocked. I almost feel like laughing as I see her fall silent. Where are her words now?. She quietly informs me that my parents will be sent it. Good. She's gone. I hate her. She's so obnoxious. Her and her perfect hair, perfect face, perfect everything. She has everything that I once had. I just want to go home. Home. With my parents. The door opens and I can smell the light scent of my mother's rose perfume. My parents come into view. Smiling at me, loving me.

"Can I go home?" I ask as I study my mother. Her clear blue eyes, her long dark blonde hair framing her heart shaped face delicately, her long slender fingers rested on her bandaged hand. She was beautiful no doubt. Everyone said that she had inherited her mother's beauty. She gaze slid over to her father. Her loving, forgetful father. His short brown hair flopped into his warm brown eyes. As a little girl, she thought that her parents were the classic king and queen. Of course they weren't. They didn't live in a castle, they didn't have a happy family. They were prefect. There was no happy ending for them. For me.

"Not yet baby" came her father's deep and low voice. "You have to get better. They won't let you go without you getting better first'". I looked at him oddly.

"Better?" Hell, I didn't even know where I was. Why I was here. All I knew is how I felt and how dirty I felt. How disgustingly pathetic I felt. I was angry. Angry at myself for not knowing, for being lost, for losing them.

"Better from this. You can fight it. You have to realize, the reality of it…"

Words fade again, my mind hurts as I glance around the room. We're in her office. It's so clean I just want to vomit. I'm not listening because it's all useless. I stare at the clock on the mantle. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. On and on and on. It'll keep going. Time that is. Never stopping. No matter what it won't ever stop, no matter how much I wish it to. It'll never stop. Never.

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It may start to get confusing soon. Bear with me. Okaiz?

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