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Summer Wind
Chapter 2
"Who would do this to make you act this way?"
I heard the man ask but I didn't response, afraid of getting hit.
"Could you please take her to the healing room, Prince Legolas. I want those wounds close up again."
I felt myself being picked up and carried down the hall. It didn't take long to enter the room I was in before. The guy, which I didn't hear his name by the way, put me down on the bed gently, as the other guy held a needle and a string. I whimpered as he came towards me, I just moved away, eyeing the needle.
"We need to re-close that wound on your arm, my lady." He said, trying to get closer.
I just shook my head furiously, moving towards the other side of the bed. I would have fallen over the edge, if it wasn't for that guy who carried me. He held on to me, as the guy with the needle came to the other side. I continued to whimper and move away, but the guy held me in place.
"I promise it wont hurt so much. It will be over soon." The guy who held me said softly.
I closed my eyes and moved my head to the side, not wanting to see anything. I grabbed the guy's arm and dig my nails into his skin, as the other guy started to close the wound. I heard the guy holding me grunt, knowing full well that my nails were going deep into his skin. But he deserved it, making me stay here, as that asshole put a fucking needle in me!
"All done." The asshole said.
I decided to just call him the asshole, since as I don't know his name. I opened my eyes, my left arm throbbing in extreme pain. I know they probably put something in me or on my arm to make it numb but it still hurt like hell. I than let go of the guy's arm, remembering that I still held a grip on him. The guy sighed in relief but also groaned in pain. The asshole than pushed my head down, as he looked at my wound on the head more closely.
"Okay, it doesn't seem that it opened all the way. I'll take those stitches out in couple of days. Now, may I see your ribs?"
The guy let go of me, as I cautiously grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up above my belly button. The asshole started putting pressure around my rib cages, every touch I winced, hurting every time.
"Your ribs are still bruised." I sighed in relief, glad they weren't broken. "It will take couple of more days to heal."
"Did the Orcs do this to you?" The guy asked.
I looked at him confused, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Those black things who attacked you." He answered my confusion, as he furrowed his brow together also in confusion.
I looked down and shook my head.
"Than who would have hurt you?" He asked me more softly.
I looked up with tears in my eyes, my bottom lip trembling. He reached out to me but I moved my head, putting my knees close to my chest.
"Who would make you have so much fear?" He asked quietly.
"What is your name, little one?" The asshole asked me.
I just stared at the sheets, not wanting to speak. Hell, I haven't talked for ten years, eleven on my birthday. At seven years old was when I noticed if I talked, scream, or cry out, I would only make matters worse with my father.
"Can you not speak little one?" The asshole asked jokingly. Though I just continued to look down. "Oh." Was all he said and cleared his throat.
He than left the room, as I heard the door closed. I looked up to see if that guy also left, but nope! He was still sitting on the bed, looking at me curiously. I looked out of the balcony, sighing. I craddle my right arm, as it was still throbbing, telling me that I did sprain it when I fell down the stairs.
"Will you not speak? Or do you really cannot speak?" The guy asked.
I argued with myself, if I should speak or not. It was silence for a whole, than I decided.
"Magdalena." I looked at the guy's surprise face. "My name is Magdalena Vega."
For some reason, it felt nice to hear my voice again. It's been way to long since I used it! I don't even talk in school, at all! Not even to the teachers.
The guys smiled, "my name is Legolas. Nice to meet you."
I nodded my head, than look back out the balcony.
"Where am I?" I asked, not recognizing anything. "Am I still in Wisconsin?"
"I do not know of this Wees-con-sin, but you are in Mirkwood."
I frowned, never heard of the name. "Merk-wood?"
Legolas nodded. I turned back to the balcony, deciding not to talk again.
"Are you hungry?"
I shook my head. I heard Legolas sigh and felt the bed shift, as he got up.
"I will make sure someone will bring you something light to eat at dinner."
And with that, he left the room. I laid back done, going into a ball as best as I could. I was free. I was finally free of m y father. Of the horrible life I have lived. Now I don't have to look over my shoulder in fear of my father. I smiled, closing my eyes. Free.
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"Bitch!"
I opened my eyes slightly, watching my father walk away. I laid there on the floor, not wanting to move. I finally let the tears fall, not wanting my father to see that I was crying. Even though I didn't do anything, my father has no right to treat me like this. I am his child. His only child. It was not my fault that my mother died at giving birth to me.
He didn't have to blame me, he should blame her for dieing, as I do. Because I had to grow up in fear, and learning how to dress, put on make up from friends I used to have. If she was still alive, maybe my father would be different. Maybe I wouldn't have to live in so much fear as I am right now. I finally let the darkness take me over, waiting for the next day to come.
Kids might hate school, thinking it's a prison, or hell. But I think it's paradise. My father is not around to beat me, yell at me, or cussing me out. To me, school is the one thing I could look forward to every morning. It's what I live for, knowing if I have an education, I could get a job, and leave my father.
"Bitch!.... It's all your fault!.... You kill my Elizabeth!.... I wish you were dead!.... Piece of shit...."
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I awoke to see the sun rising, entering through the balcony. I gulp down the fear that has risen inside me from the dream. Three days has passed, and I was fully healed, except for couple of bruises but that's about it. I just have a few scars, not that that's any surprise to me, I'm used to having scars all over my body.
I don't know what kind of medicine or whatever they use but it works a lot faster to heal things, than back home, that's for sure. I moved about the room I was staying in, but never outside of it. Legolas comes in once in a while, trying to have a conversation but I think I talked to much the day I gave him my name
He continued to come in and talk but he gave up on me responding to him. I found out that he's the prince of Mirkwood, and that he hates his life because his father wants him to get marry soon and be king, so his father could go to Haven something or Dieing Heaves, I forgot what it was called.
He says that everyone treats him as if he's some kind of God or whatever, and he hates it. I walked over to the left side of the room and enter the bathroom. I saw that a bath was already there for me, so I took off the clothes they gave me and stepped into the circle tub-like. I felt the hot water take all the stress off my shoulder and the fear as well.
After half an hour, I stepped out and covered my body with a towel. I grabbed another one and started drying my hair, as they didn't have blow dryers. I walked into the main room, still drying my hair but I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Legolas walk in with a tray of food and a long dark blue cloth on his arm.
I looked at him blushing, not knowing what to do. After a few moments of awkward silence, Legolas cleared his throat and walked to the table between the balcony and the bed.
"I brought you your breakfast. And a dress for you to wear tonight." He held up the dress, what I assumed to be some kind of cloth and put it on the bed.
I saw a hint of silver in the dark blue.
"We are having some guest tonight, and if you shall come, my father suggest you wear this. Good day." He walked over to the door and left.
Oh god! That was embarrassing! I stood just how I was for I don't know how long. I couldn't even think what just happened. I than started to breathe in air, as I just notice that I was holding my breath. Finally sinking into my brain, I groaned in embarrassment and covered my face with the towel I was using to dry my hair with, trying to cool down my cheeks. I don't think I'll be going to that party.