Broken Life
By: Lonesome_Pan-Chan
Chapter 3 = Free
I had sneaked out the next morning, not wanting to confront Nanna at all. She would probably want to know where I was going, and try to stop me. Which she probably would succeed in. I had a soft spot for her, as I did my siblings. I had left a note outside her room door, explaining to her I had left, and asking her to protect my family. I would call weekly, and find out what is happening.
I left Nanna's house with a casted hand, and an aching heart. It hurt leaving my brothers like this, but I had promised myself they wouldn't get hurt, and they won't. Walking away from Nanna's house, I began thinking 'what will my parents, do to me this time'. I laughed at myself for asking myself a stupid question.
First they would probably ask me, how I got out the basement. Then beat me half to death, having their usual disgusting fun. I won't cry, and I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing their hurting me physically. This would go on for about a week before they ask about the where abouts of my brothers. Which I will never answer, giving them another reason to beat me.
I smiled sadly, seeing my 'home' come closer to site. 'Home sweet home' I had taught stopping in my tracks feeling something like dread, fill my stomach. Something was wrong here, I looked around the neighborhood, not seeing anyone.
A shiver went through my body, making bumps appear on my arms. I didn't want to go to that house, but I had to stay and make sure they won't find my siblings.
I saw my house door fly open making a load crashing noise. A male figure came flying out, and running away in the opposite direction of where I stand. I then saw my father's figure running out also, he seemed to spot me, because he turns away from the fleeting figure, and comes in my direction. I stepped back unwillingly, as I saw him glaring daggers at me. I heard my mother's screams, saying she hated her life.
I kept taking many rapid steps back, feeling my stomach turn, and my body shake uncontrollably. 'How had he seen me, if I was two blocks away from the house' I thought looking behind me and around to see if anyone was around to help me. No one. Absolutely no one was in site. Had they fled when they heard my mother's screams of anger. Had they feared to witness anything they have turned their heads on for so long, not wanting to get involved. 'Cowards' I thought stopping in my tracks, looking at my father's nearing figure, and hearing my mother's angered screaming.
This was my life and I cannot change that. I smiled once again sadly, feeling my body become numb, and motionless. My father saw my smile, and I saw his fist clench tighter. Looking around once more, hoping beyond hope this wasn't my life, hoping someone will help me, hoping I will live at lease one more day to say thank you to all my friends.
As I looked back to my father, I saw his fist being pulled back, and coming towards my face in slow motion, until it connected with my cheek. I fell down hard, already feeling my cheek swell and bruise. I didn't make to get up, which for some reason angered him even more. He pulled me up by my hair, pulling hard enough to making me feel real dizzy, and give me a huge head-ache. I always hated, when people pulled or touched my hair. I also didn't like when people hit me in the face. I would just snapped I guess, because when he began pulling me to the house. My hell hole. I didn't want this to be my life, I didn't want to live with the people who hated me. I didn't want to.
I struggled, pulling with all my strength away from the house. I kicked him in the shins making him growl, losing his grip on my hair, sending me down on the floor once again. I stood quickly, and prepared to run when he hit me again. This time on the back, and sending me down on the ground. I heard an unfamiliar girl scream, and running foots coming over to where my father and I were having out little fight. I didn't care, I couldn't think. I stood from the ground facing my father, before he took a swing at me once again.
I moved out the way, my head hurting so much and I felt dizzy as I moved quickly, but I ignored it. I heard the girl's screams saying something. I didn't care. I could still hear the rapid foot steps heading towards us, they seemed so far. I didn't care. I felt power go through my body, I felt all my anger, all my hatred, everything in me that hated this life blow up full force.
I moved quickly, punching him square in the nose, trowing him down hard. I sprung on top of him, punching him hard over and over, until he trough me off. I was going to jump him again but he hit me hard keeping me down. He began punching me, I didn't cry out.
I felt him being ripped away from on top my body, by something. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't want to see my life, I refused. I felt delicate hands pull me up from the shoulders, bringing me in an embrace. I was shocked and felt numb. Who would be hugging me, my mother hated me and I didn't have any girl friends. No one ever hugged me. It felt so alien to me, making me feel uncomfortable.
Willing myself to open my eyes, I saw a blurry face looking down at me. She seemed to be scared by the way she held me tightly, and she seemed to be crying, because of the way she was breathing. I pushed her away gently, not knowing who she was and what she was crying about. Looking over to see where my father was at, I found him fighting with a young man, I have never seen around here before.
Standing up from where I sat, I quickly made my way to help the man helping me, it seems. I grabbed my father from behind keeping him in an arm lock. The guy that had helped me was surprise it seems, at seeing me up from the expression on his face. I heard another scream and recognized this one. It was my mother.
"Pan! Let your father go and get in the house now," my mom commanded. I threw my father to the ground, turning to my mother.
"No, I will not go into that hell hole ever again," I snarled walking backwards away from her fearing. I would never say this but my mother terrified me more than my father. The reason is my mother would kill me in a saber state, unlike my father who would only be able to kill me when he 's drunk. I bumped into a hard chest, who caught my shoulders holding me in place. Looking up quickly I found my father's smirking face.
"Panny, you have been a bad girl while I have been away. So I have decided to stick around home a while, to see to it that you behave," he said in my ear huskily. I struggled in his grasp, HE WAS DRUNK!?
"Let me go, you bastard I'll never give you anything," I screamed trying to get away from him before I felt a sharp knife, on my lower back to the side. I stopped moving, and dropped my head in defeat.
"Let her go," I heard the girl that had saved me say, angrily. I smiled she didn't know me and she was helping me. 'She must be new around here,' I had thought.
My mother had already made her way over to were we where, and slapped me hard across my face turning my face to the side. My cheek was already burning, and with that slap, it was now stinging badly. I turned my face back to her's and smiled. She slapped me again, and again.
The girl was now pleading for her to let me go and leave me alone. I didn't want her or the man to be witness of this violent act. But their was nothing I could do to stop my mother, when my father had such a tight hold on me.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch" he said to the girl that was trying to bargain with him it seemed, to let me go. That's when he made his mistake. He had turned half his body away from me, letting go of one of my hand, and retracting the knife, from my side. Swinging my fist I punched my mother for the first time in my life, sending her flying to the floor. I then swung my leg to try and trip him, and succeeding. But he fell on top of me, nearly crushing me.
I couldn't breath, and so I panicked. Scratching, and punching him trying to get him off of me, but it didn't work. I saw him looking down at me, smiling a disgusting smile. Leaning down to my ear he whispered, "this reminds me off that time in the alley, when I almost had you". He said before being pulled up ruffly off of me and struck hard on the face, knocking him unconscious.
It was no use, I cried. I curled up into a ball and cried. It was all too much, that day my father had tried to take my virginity on purpose. I felt the girl come to my side and gasp.
"Trunks she's hurt, Oh my god Trunks she's bleeding a lot," she said humidly, trying to make me look at her, so she could check where the injury was. When I moved my stomach, gave me a sharp pain, making me cry out. The girl brought out her cell phone and dilled something.
I saw the man, Trunks come to my opposite side, trying to talk to me to stay with him. I looked at him like he was stupid, and coughed up blood. I looked to where my mother was suppose to be, and found her running away, and disappearing. My father was on the ground, a little ways away from myself.
I heard many sirens, and cars coming to my street. I saw people coming out of their houses to watch. I heard the girl holding me sob, I saw Trunks screaming at all the people who just now came out. I found myself feeling weak, and looking up to the sky. I watched the sky filling with gray clouds, and I saw the first rain drop fall on my face. Before I fell unconscious, I thought, 'I knew this life wasn't mine.'
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I awoke a few days later. Finding I was in a hospital bed with a police guard sitting next to my bed, unaware of my consciousness. I hadn't wanted to talk to anyone at that time, because I knew what they would ask. So, I pretended to still be asleep.
"When is the girl going to wake up, doctor?" asked the guard next to myself. I heard the doctor sit on the other side of my bed checking the life machines next to me.
"I can't say," he passed taking hold of my hand and checking my pulse. "She should have already woken up, but maybe she just doesn't want to wake up to her life. I've have had children like her in here before, and I feel sorry for them all." He said softly putting my hand down gently.
I don't know how to describe my feelings them, maybe I felt anger for being treated with pity. Maybe it was embarrassment for being put in the category of an abuse child. I don't know but all I wanted was to get out of that hospital as soon as possible, without being asked any questions, without fighting.
I felt them both leave my side going outside, when I finally opened my eyes. I pulled the bed sheets off my body and realizing I was only wearing my underwear. 'Shit were's my stuff,' I thought keeping the sheets close to my body as I stood from the bed.
After a few minutes of looking I found some doctor clothes, and shoes. Putting them on quickly I walked to the door looking out for to check if anyone was there. I was surprise when I didn't see anyone paying attention to me, so I walked right out the room and to the elevators.
When the elevator finally opened I was knocked down by someone, who seemed to be in a hurry. Angry and hurt I stood up painfully feeling my stab wound reopen, I looked to the retreating figure who had knocked me down. I was shocked when I saw purple hair walking quickly in the direction of where my room was.
I felt someone helping me up and apologizing for her brother's rudeness. I snapped out off my shock looking at the girl who I believe didn't even look at me properly, to notice I was the one they had rescued. She was the same one who had helped me, I knew because of her blue hair.
"Well I'm surprise they didn't just leave me and my father alone when they saw us fighting, oh well hope their not too disappointed when they find me gone." I mumbled softly, getting in the elevator, and pressing the lobby button. That's when I heard hurried steps towards the elevator, and a male voice yelling to hold it. 'Shit Close Close they already found me gone!!! Damn thing CLOSE!!!' I thought pressing the close button several times.
Just as it was closing the purple haired man was in front of the elevator. He couldn't open the door because it was too late, but he did have a good amount of space between the two door to have eye contact with me. 'Damn' I thought, he knows I'm going down to the lobby.
"Great this is just great, I'm going to get caught and questioned," I thought pressing the 'STOP' button. 'Well I'm not going let them catch me so easily,' I had thought pressing floor 4. When the doors opened I got out looking around for the emergency exit doors. I smiled at myself, as I found the doors ahead of me and realizing for the first time since I had woken up that I was free from my parents, and that I was acting like a child running away from the people looking for me, like hiding seek.
I walked straight ahead towards the door making sure no one was looking at me, when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked in a room and found a young girl watching me sadly. She looked so lonely, and she seemed to be calling me to keep her company. I sighed, knowing full well my weakness for children will get me caught. I looked at the exit doors one last time before turning away from them, and going to the little girl.
Sitting next to her I looked at her smiling warmly. She smiled back but her eyes were still sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly, watching her closely. She moved a little like if feeling awkward and answered my question.
"I have no parents," she told me equally as soft, her eyes filling with unshed tears. " I have no brothers or sisters, and I'm not wanted by my only aunt, and I'm going to an orphanage in a few days," she said casting her eyes downward avoiding mine.
I didn't know what to say, so I remained quiet thinking. I subconsciously grabbed her hand giving her an understanding and supportive squeeze. I didn't know how to help her at all, I would take her with me but how would I support a 7 year old child without money, food or shelter.
"Well you know what, I think you'll be way more happier at the orphanage than with your mean, old, stinky aunt, and you'll have many kids your age to play with. Also I'll visit, and make sure everyone's treating you right. Think of me as your older sister, and when you get adopted I'll see that you'll be happy with your new family. Would you like that?" I asked looking at her sincerely wanting to help her situation. She nodded smiling at me thankfully. "What's your name anyway?" I asked realizing I didn't know her name.
"I'm Snow, what's your name?" she asked with higher spirit.
"I'm Pan, Panny, Pan-Chan, P.P.," I smiled when she laughed at my last nickname, I knew she would, I decided to play, "what are you laughing at?" watching her as she pointed at me still giggling.
"You said your name was P.P," she giggled. I smiled at her and stood up when a nurse entered the room.
"Who are you?" she asked me, as said a silent goodbye to Snow.
"I'm...I'm a friend of Snow here, she was feeling lonely so I came in to keep her company," I said not wanting her to know my name just as a precaution.
"Oh, she's fine now I'm going to stay with her," the nurse told me giving me her back. I stuck out my tongue at her in a childish manner, making Snow try to hold in her giggles, before I waved at her and walked out the door.
I walked to the front desk wanting to know where Snow was going to be sent. It took me a few minutes in discovering where she was going to be sent, when an announcement came on the intercom , informing all staff to be on the look out for an escaped patient wearing doctor clothes. I laughed out load they were making sound like a criminal. Unfortunately my laughed captured everyone in the information desk to look at me suspiciously.
I walked away from them quickly, hearing them whispering something about me but I couldn't hear. I made it to the emergency doors, and managed to get out, but I had forgotten that an emergency door always turns on the alarm. So I ran for it. Running down the steps quickly, I jumped the last few steps. I heard people run behind me and getting close. My stab would began to bleed worse, and I felt the blood drip down to my pants.
I looked back when I didn't hear the running steps behind me and found that no one had been after me. It had only been the security guards calming everyone, and running around. I breath in a sigh and walked into an alley, wanting to get out of their line of sight.
That's when I felt it. Someone was watching me or I was going insane. Looking around me I didn't see anyone, but I still had the scruples that somethings was very wrong. I walked through the alley wanting to get though to the next street, when someone jumped me.
Falling to the floor I let out a a load scream of pain, before big dirty and ruff hands covered my mouth roughly, silencing me instantly. We had fallen in a sexual position with the man on top of me. I pushed his hands away from my mouth and screamed once again loader this time. I tried pushing him off me, because he was cutting my air supply and making my would bleed even more. He wouldn't budge one bit, but his hand did, which he used to smack me across the face a few 3 times, before someone pulled him forcefully off of me.
I stood up quickly when I felt he was off of me, and readied myself to fight, when I found the guy on the floor. 'What the hell' I had thought before I felt a hand on my shoulder. Graving the hand I pulled hard and trowing the person on the floor in front of me. It was Trunks, he saved me again.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you," I said apologetically looking down at him, and extending my hand to help him up. Trunks looked up at me, and accepted my apology it seemed with a warm smile. I found myself blushing and looking away from him. Then I thought 'WHAT THE HELL!".
"No problem...why were you leaving without proper medication for your injury," he asked me standing next to me, and looking down at me. I controlled myself from blushing, and to answer his question as he looked at me intently. God I'm starting to sound dramatic. But I did feel weird as he watched me, and he was real cute.
"I...I don't want to be bombarded with questions I don't want to talk about," I said calming myself and answering him carelessly, without emotion. I sat down slowly on the side walk because of the pain in my stomach. he followed suit and sat next to me.
"I'm Trunks anyway, what's your name?" he asked me trying to get my mind ignorant to the pain in my stomach. I looked at him a little annoyed because he was asking me questions. I always hated being asked questions, so I never answered them, he wasn't going to have any luck.
"You'll find out when you will, Trunks," I said smirking when I saw his face fall in disappointment. "I you around here visiting me anyway, don't you know your going to get jumped if your not careful?" I asked in a scolding manner, shaking my head.
"Who said anything about me being here to visit you?" he asked smiling in triumph thinking he got me. I just laughed, did he really think me a stupid fool?
"Well first of all your rich, I could tell your not around here because of your ignorance to the world around you, second your new here so you couldn't be visiting a friend-" he cut me off here.
"I could have a aunt in the hospital I was visiting," he stated thinking he won again. And I thought rich people were suppose to be smart? That's why they had the buck, yeah? Guess not.
"Why would your rich aunt be in this run down old hospital for, if she had the money to get the best treatment. Oh and you let slip you 'could' which means your not even sure of your own comeback." I laughed as his eyes widened in amazement, and his face turned pink in embarrassment. "I guess I'm right by your expression, so tell me why are you here to visit me?" I asked in my usual tone hiding the pain in my stomach.
"Well I feel your my responsibility, because of what happened," he said slowly. I really didn't know what to feel, was I suppose to feel sad? disappointed? angry? happy? I just didn't know. My mind for some reason change it was still celebrating my liberation from my parents, and nothing else seemed important.
So I didn't say anything else. Standing up I began to walk away from Trunks on the ground, and the hospital. Trunks was too surprise with my sudden movement that he tripped and fell when he tried to go after me. I waved my hand over the air signaling a goodbye, and disappeared from his line of vision, as I turned the alley corner.
Hearing him call after me a few times, before actually trying to run after me. I had by then hidden in a private home. Hearing his call, I shook my head thinking, 'he cares too much'.
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Chapter 3 = Free
I had sneaked out the next morning, not wanting to confront Nanna at all. She would probably want to know where I was going, and try to stop me. Which she probably would succeed in. I had a soft spot for her, as I did my siblings. I had left a note outside her room door, explaining to her I had left, and asking her to protect my family. I would call weekly, and find out what is happening.
I left Nanna's house with a casted hand, and an aching heart. It hurt leaving my brothers like this, but I had promised myself they wouldn't get hurt, and they won't. Walking away from Nanna's house, I began thinking 'what will my parents, do to me this time'. I laughed at myself for asking myself a stupid question.
First they would probably ask me, how I got out the basement. Then beat me half to death, having their usual disgusting fun. I won't cry, and I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing their hurting me physically. This would go on for about a week before they ask about the where abouts of my brothers. Which I will never answer, giving them another reason to beat me.
I smiled sadly, seeing my 'home' come closer to site. 'Home sweet home' I had taught stopping in my tracks feeling something like dread, fill my stomach. Something was wrong here, I looked around the neighborhood, not seeing anyone.
A shiver went through my body, making bumps appear on my arms. I didn't want to go to that house, but I had to stay and make sure they won't find my siblings.
I saw my house door fly open making a load crashing noise. A male figure came flying out, and running away in the opposite direction of where I stand. I then saw my father's figure running out also, he seemed to spot me, because he turns away from the fleeting figure, and comes in my direction. I stepped back unwillingly, as I saw him glaring daggers at me. I heard my mother's screams, saying she hated her life.
I kept taking many rapid steps back, feeling my stomach turn, and my body shake uncontrollably. 'How had he seen me, if I was two blocks away from the house' I thought looking behind me and around to see if anyone was around to help me. No one. Absolutely no one was in site. Had they fled when they heard my mother's screams of anger. Had they feared to witness anything they have turned their heads on for so long, not wanting to get involved. 'Cowards' I thought stopping in my tracks, looking at my father's nearing figure, and hearing my mother's angered screaming.
This was my life and I cannot change that. I smiled once again sadly, feeling my body become numb, and motionless. My father saw my smile, and I saw his fist clench tighter. Looking around once more, hoping beyond hope this wasn't my life, hoping someone will help me, hoping I will live at lease one more day to say thank you to all my friends.
As I looked back to my father, I saw his fist being pulled back, and coming towards my face in slow motion, until it connected with my cheek. I fell down hard, already feeling my cheek swell and bruise. I didn't make to get up, which for some reason angered him even more. He pulled me up by my hair, pulling hard enough to making me feel real dizzy, and give me a huge head-ache. I always hated, when people pulled or touched my hair. I also didn't like when people hit me in the face. I would just snapped I guess, because when he began pulling me to the house. My hell hole. I didn't want this to be my life, I didn't want to live with the people who hated me. I didn't want to.
I struggled, pulling with all my strength away from the house. I kicked him in the shins making him growl, losing his grip on my hair, sending me down on the floor once again. I stood quickly, and prepared to run when he hit me again. This time on the back, and sending me down on the ground. I heard an unfamiliar girl scream, and running foots coming over to where my father and I were having out little fight. I didn't care, I couldn't think. I stood from the ground facing my father, before he took a swing at me once again.
I moved out the way, my head hurting so much and I felt dizzy as I moved quickly, but I ignored it. I heard the girl's screams saying something. I didn't care. I could still hear the rapid foot steps heading towards us, they seemed so far. I didn't care. I felt power go through my body, I felt all my anger, all my hatred, everything in me that hated this life blow up full force.
I moved quickly, punching him square in the nose, trowing him down hard. I sprung on top of him, punching him hard over and over, until he trough me off. I was going to jump him again but he hit me hard keeping me down. He began punching me, I didn't cry out.
I felt him being ripped away from on top my body, by something. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't want to see my life, I refused. I felt delicate hands pull me up from the shoulders, bringing me in an embrace. I was shocked and felt numb. Who would be hugging me, my mother hated me and I didn't have any girl friends. No one ever hugged me. It felt so alien to me, making me feel uncomfortable.
Willing myself to open my eyes, I saw a blurry face looking down at me. She seemed to be scared by the way she held me tightly, and she seemed to be crying, because of the way she was breathing. I pushed her away gently, not knowing who she was and what she was crying about. Looking over to see where my father was at, I found him fighting with a young man, I have never seen around here before.
Standing up from where I sat, I quickly made my way to help the man helping me, it seems. I grabbed my father from behind keeping him in an arm lock. The guy that had helped me was surprise it seems, at seeing me up from the expression on his face. I heard another scream and recognized this one. It was my mother.
"Pan! Let your father go and get in the house now," my mom commanded. I threw my father to the ground, turning to my mother.
"No, I will not go into that hell hole ever again," I snarled walking backwards away from her fearing. I would never say this but my mother terrified me more than my father. The reason is my mother would kill me in a saber state, unlike my father who would only be able to kill me when he 's drunk. I bumped into a hard chest, who caught my shoulders holding me in place. Looking up quickly I found my father's smirking face.
"Panny, you have been a bad girl while I have been away. So I have decided to stick around home a while, to see to it that you behave," he said in my ear huskily. I struggled in his grasp, HE WAS DRUNK!?
"Let me go, you bastard I'll never give you anything," I screamed trying to get away from him before I felt a sharp knife, on my lower back to the side. I stopped moving, and dropped my head in defeat.
"Let her go," I heard the girl that had saved me say, angrily. I smiled she didn't know me and she was helping me. 'She must be new around here,' I had thought.
My mother had already made her way over to were we where, and slapped me hard across my face turning my face to the side. My cheek was already burning, and with that slap, it was now stinging badly. I turned my face back to her's and smiled. She slapped me again, and again.
The girl was now pleading for her to let me go and leave me alone. I didn't want her or the man to be witness of this violent act. But their was nothing I could do to stop my mother, when my father had such a tight hold on me.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch" he said to the girl that was trying to bargain with him it seemed, to let me go. That's when he made his mistake. He had turned half his body away from me, letting go of one of my hand, and retracting the knife, from my side. Swinging my fist I punched my mother for the first time in my life, sending her flying to the floor. I then swung my leg to try and trip him, and succeeding. But he fell on top of me, nearly crushing me.
I couldn't breath, and so I panicked. Scratching, and punching him trying to get him off of me, but it didn't work. I saw him looking down at me, smiling a disgusting smile. Leaning down to my ear he whispered, "this reminds me off that time in the alley, when I almost had you". He said before being pulled up ruffly off of me and struck hard on the face, knocking him unconscious.
It was no use, I cried. I curled up into a ball and cried. It was all too much, that day my father had tried to take my virginity on purpose. I felt the girl come to my side and gasp.
"Trunks she's hurt, Oh my god Trunks she's bleeding a lot," she said humidly, trying to make me look at her, so she could check where the injury was. When I moved my stomach, gave me a sharp pain, making me cry out. The girl brought out her cell phone and dilled something.
I saw the man, Trunks come to my opposite side, trying to talk to me to stay with him. I looked at him like he was stupid, and coughed up blood. I looked to where my mother was suppose to be, and found her running away, and disappearing. My father was on the ground, a little ways away from myself.
I heard many sirens, and cars coming to my street. I saw people coming out of their houses to watch. I heard the girl holding me sob, I saw Trunks screaming at all the people who just now came out. I found myself feeling weak, and looking up to the sky. I watched the sky filling with gray clouds, and I saw the first rain drop fall on my face. Before I fell unconscious, I thought, 'I knew this life wasn't mine.'
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I awoke a few days later. Finding I was in a hospital bed with a police guard sitting next to my bed, unaware of my consciousness. I hadn't wanted to talk to anyone at that time, because I knew what they would ask. So, I pretended to still be asleep.
"When is the girl going to wake up, doctor?" asked the guard next to myself. I heard the doctor sit on the other side of my bed checking the life machines next to me.
"I can't say," he passed taking hold of my hand and checking my pulse. "She should have already woken up, but maybe she just doesn't want to wake up to her life. I've have had children like her in here before, and I feel sorry for them all." He said softly putting my hand down gently.
I don't know how to describe my feelings them, maybe I felt anger for being treated with pity. Maybe it was embarrassment for being put in the category of an abuse child. I don't know but all I wanted was to get out of that hospital as soon as possible, without being asked any questions, without fighting.
I felt them both leave my side going outside, when I finally opened my eyes. I pulled the bed sheets off my body and realizing I was only wearing my underwear. 'Shit were's my stuff,' I thought keeping the sheets close to my body as I stood from the bed.
After a few minutes of looking I found some doctor clothes, and shoes. Putting them on quickly I walked to the door looking out for to check if anyone was there. I was surprise when I didn't see anyone paying attention to me, so I walked right out the room and to the elevators.
When the elevator finally opened I was knocked down by someone, who seemed to be in a hurry. Angry and hurt I stood up painfully feeling my stab wound reopen, I looked to the retreating figure who had knocked me down. I was shocked when I saw purple hair walking quickly in the direction of where my room was.
I felt someone helping me up and apologizing for her brother's rudeness. I snapped out off my shock looking at the girl who I believe didn't even look at me properly, to notice I was the one they had rescued. She was the same one who had helped me, I knew because of her blue hair.
"Well I'm surprise they didn't just leave me and my father alone when they saw us fighting, oh well hope their not too disappointed when they find me gone." I mumbled softly, getting in the elevator, and pressing the lobby button. That's when I heard hurried steps towards the elevator, and a male voice yelling to hold it. 'Shit Close Close they already found me gone!!! Damn thing CLOSE!!!' I thought pressing the close button several times.
Just as it was closing the purple haired man was in front of the elevator. He couldn't open the door because it was too late, but he did have a good amount of space between the two door to have eye contact with me. 'Damn' I thought, he knows I'm going down to the lobby.
"Great this is just great, I'm going to get caught and questioned," I thought pressing the 'STOP' button. 'Well I'm not going let them catch me so easily,' I had thought pressing floor 4. When the doors opened I got out looking around for the emergency exit doors. I smiled at myself, as I found the doors ahead of me and realizing for the first time since I had woken up that I was free from my parents, and that I was acting like a child running away from the people looking for me, like hiding seek.
I walked straight ahead towards the door making sure no one was looking at me, when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked in a room and found a young girl watching me sadly. She looked so lonely, and she seemed to be calling me to keep her company. I sighed, knowing full well my weakness for children will get me caught. I looked at the exit doors one last time before turning away from them, and going to the little girl.
Sitting next to her I looked at her smiling warmly. She smiled back but her eyes were still sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly, watching her closely. She moved a little like if feeling awkward and answered my question.
"I have no parents," she told me equally as soft, her eyes filling with unshed tears. " I have no brothers or sisters, and I'm not wanted by my only aunt, and I'm going to an orphanage in a few days," she said casting her eyes downward avoiding mine.
I didn't know what to say, so I remained quiet thinking. I subconsciously grabbed her hand giving her an understanding and supportive squeeze. I didn't know how to help her at all, I would take her with me but how would I support a 7 year old child without money, food or shelter.
"Well you know what, I think you'll be way more happier at the orphanage than with your mean, old, stinky aunt, and you'll have many kids your age to play with. Also I'll visit, and make sure everyone's treating you right. Think of me as your older sister, and when you get adopted I'll see that you'll be happy with your new family. Would you like that?" I asked looking at her sincerely wanting to help her situation. She nodded smiling at me thankfully. "What's your name anyway?" I asked realizing I didn't know her name.
"I'm Snow, what's your name?" she asked with higher spirit.
"I'm Pan, Panny, Pan-Chan, P.P.," I smiled when she laughed at my last nickname, I knew she would, I decided to play, "what are you laughing at?" watching her as she pointed at me still giggling.
"You said your name was P.P," she giggled. I smiled at her and stood up when a nurse entered the room.
"Who are you?" she asked me, as said a silent goodbye to Snow.
"I'm...I'm a friend of Snow here, she was feeling lonely so I came in to keep her company," I said not wanting her to know my name just as a precaution.
"Oh, she's fine now I'm going to stay with her," the nurse told me giving me her back. I stuck out my tongue at her in a childish manner, making Snow try to hold in her giggles, before I waved at her and walked out the door.
I walked to the front desk wanting to know where Snow was going to be sent. It took me a few minutes in discovering where she was going to be sent, when an announcement came on the intercom , informing all staff to be on the look out for an escaped patient wearing doctor clothes. I laughed out load they were making sound like a criminal. Unfortunately my laughed captured everyone in the information desk to look at me suspiciously.
I walked away from them quickly, hearing them whispering something about me but I couldn't hear. I made it to the emergency doors, and managed to get out, but I had forgotten that an emergency door always turns on the alarm. So I ran for it. Running down the steps quickly, I jumped the last few steps. I heard people run behind me and getting close. My stab would began to bleed worse, and I felt the blood drip down to my pants.
I looked back when I didn't hear the running steps behind me and found that no one had been after me. It had only been the security guards calming everyone, and running around. I breath in a sigh and walked into an alley, wanting to get out of their line of sight.
That's when I felt it. Someone was watching me or I was going insane. Looking around me I didn't see anyone, but I still had the scruples that somethings was very wrong. I walked through the alley wanting to get though to the next street, when someone jumped me.
Falling to the floor I let out a a load scream of pain, before big dirty and ruff hands covered my mouth roughly, silencing me instantly. We had fallen in a sexual position with the man on top of me. I pushed his hands away from my mouth and screamed once again loader this time. I tried pushing him off me, because he was cutting my air supply and making my would bleed even more. He wouldn't budge one bit, but his hand did, which he used to smack me across the face a few 3 times, before someone pulled him forcefully off of me.
I stood up quickly when I felt he was off of me, and readied myself to fight, when I found the guy on the floor. 'What the hell' I had thought before I felt a hand on my shoulder. Graving the hand I pulled hard and trowing the person on the floor in front of me. It was Trunks, he saved me again.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you," I said apologetically looking down at him, and extending my hand to help him up. Trunks looked up at me, and accepted my apology it seemed with a warm smile. I found myself blushing and looking away from him. Then I thought 'WHAT THE HELL!".
"No problem...why were you leaving without proper medication for your injury," he asked me standing next to me, and looking down at me. I controlled myself from blushing, and to answer his question as he looked at me intently. God I'm starting to sound dramatic. But I did feel weird as he watched me, and he was real cute.
"I...I don't want to be bombarded with questions I don't want to talk about," I said calming myself and answering him carelessly, without emotion. I sat down slowly on the side walk because of the pain in my stomach. he followed suit and sat next to me.
"I'm Trunks anyway, what's your name?" he asked me trying to get my mind ignorant to the pain in my stomach. I looked at him a little annoyed because he was asking me questions. I always hated being asked questions, so I never answered them, he wasn't going to have any luck.
"You'll find out when you will, Trunks," I said smirking when I saw his face fall in disappointment. "I you around here visiting me anyway, don't you know your going to get jumped if your not careful?" I asked in a scolding manner, shaking my head.
"Who said anything about me being here to visit you?" he asked smiling in triumph thinking he got me. I just laughed, did he really think me a stupid fool?
"Well first of all your rich, I could tell your not around here because of your ignorance to the world around you, second your new here so you couldn't be visiting a friend-" he cut me off here.
"I could have a aunt in the hospital I was visiting," he stated thinking he won again. And I thought rich people were suppose to be smart? That's why they had the buck, yeah? Guess not.
"Why would your rich aunt be in this run down old hospital for, if she had the money to get the best treatment. Oh and you let slip you 'could' which means your not even sure of your own comeback." I laughed as his eyes widened in amazement, and his face turned pink in embarrassment. "I guess I'm right by your expression, so tell me why are you here to visit me?" I asked in my usual tone hiding the pain in my stomach.
"Well I feel your my responsibility, because of what happened," he said slowly. I really didn't know what to feel, was I suppose to feel sad? disappointed? angry? happy? I just didn't know. My mind for some reason change it was still celebrating my liberation from my parents, and nothing else seemed important.
So I didn't say anything else. Standing up I began to walk away from Trunks on the ground, and the hospital. Trunks was too surprise with my sudden movement that he tripped and fell when he tried to go after me. I waved my hand over the air signaling a goodbye, and disappeared from his line of vision, as I turned the alley corner.
Hearing him call after me a few times, before actually trying to run after me. I had by then hidden in a private home. Hearing his call, I shook my head thinking, 'he cares too much'.
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