Chapter 7: Pain
Nessie's POV
It was dark and cloudy for the next several days. The weather seemed to be an inner reflection of my mood. The empty lonliness I felt was worse than usual. I hated it. I hated everything. I hated my own life. It didn't matter how successful my book was nothing would ever ease the pain of losing my mother. Most days the pain was bearable but some days the pain was just excruciating.
Nobody knew the pain I was in because I hid it so well. At home nobody cared. I was still asleep on Friday morning when I suddenly fell face first onto the wooden floor. Before I was even fully aware of what was happening hands grabbed me and threw me and threw me down the stairs. My head smacked into the wall so hard that I could feel blood trickling down the back of my head.
My vision was going in and out of focus but I could clearly see that it was my foster dad. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be back until Monday! He kicked me in the ribs so hard that I felt something crack. I could hardly get air in. He kicked me again and again.
"Why?" I cried. That only made him angrier.
"I was fired!" his breath reeked of alcohol. "I was fired and you're all I have to take my anger out on,"
"Please stop," I begged.
Instead he picked me up and slammed me repeatedly against the wall. I hoped that he would kill me and just put me out of my misery already. I didn't want to live anymore. He'd be doing me a favor. But I guess death would have been to merciful. Instead I had to endure the pain as he hit me over and over. Until finally he stopped.
"You can forget about going to school today! Clean up all this blood and the place better be spotless when I get home later!" The door slammed behind him. I was alone. Justin had slept over at a friend's house the night before so I was truly alone.
The pain was so bad that I could barely move. The emotional pain was even worse though. I could not go on living like this anymore. I just wanted to die and be free from all the pain and the abuse. I wanted to be with my mother again. I was so sick and tired of living. I used the table as support to stand up. Though I could barely see through the tears in my eyes.
The knife block caught my attention. It would be so quick and easy. A knife straight through the heart. Or how about poison? We had insect poison underneath the sink. I could swallow that and it would be over in a matter of minutes. I looked under the sink and there was nothing.
Then I quickly decided that I would overdose on medication instead. I stumbled my way into the bathroom and grabbed all the medication that I could get my hands on. Some were prescription medications and others were over the counter. I opened the first bottle and grabbed a handful. Then the second and the third. I didn't stop even as the effects were kicking in.
I lost my balance and fell. I felt coldness taking over my body and I couldn't breathe. My vision was coming and going on. Soon I would be with my mom again. In the distance I could hear sirens getting closer and closer. Until suddenly they were right outside of my house. Then I heard a loud noise downstairs and the sound of people.
"She's over here!" a man shouted.
I was barely concious as the men picked me up and strapped me to a gurnee. "It's okay ma'am we're going to get you to the hospital,"
"No! I want to die! Just let me die!" I barely had strength left but I had to make my wishes clear. My protests were ignored as I was quickly loaded onto an ambulance outside the house.
"We have to stabilize her quickly otherwise she won't make it to the hospital,"
I could feel them hooking me up to machines and sticking needles into my body. I could hear beeping from one of the machines. One of the paramedics put something over my face and started pumping oxygen into my lungs. It was the only way that I could breathe right now. Any hope I had of them stopping was completely gone. I couldn't tell them that I didn't want them to save my life. Not that they would listen anyway.
When the ambulance stopped I heard a lot of commotion outside.
"What happened?" I heard someone ask.
"Suicide attempt. Signs of severe physical abuse as well. Patient is stable but critical,"
"I will take her," I heard an almost musical like speak.
A doctor with gold eyes and pale skin. Just like the Dr. Cullen of my mom's story.
"Are you sure Dr. Cullen?"
"Yes. I will take care of her,"
He and the other doctors rushed me into the emergency room. I was barely concious at this point and I just wanted death to take me away already. Then finally my mind allowed me to slip into the reprieve of unconsciousness.
I could hear a voice that sounded like it was far away. Was I dead?
"Don't worry Edward she will be fine," I heard a voice say. Then I heard a beeping sound. No. I was not dead sadly. I was still in the hospital.
"Son I promise you that she will be fine. You're not going to lose her. Thank God Alice had the vision when she did and called the paramedics in time. If it had been even a minute longer she wouldn't be here," there was a pause in the conversation. "No she will not be going back to that home. I will see to it personally that as soon as she is discharged she will be coming home with us,"
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