I've been thinking about writing a new story while working on this one. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.

I don't own The Blindside either. I put a scene from the movie, and I highly recommend it.

The One They Call Beautiful

Chapter 5

30 minutes later I was in a wheel chair being pushed by Vincent into the garden of the mansion. I looked at the garden and they had many different kinds of flowers. Even my favorite one was there. Many other girls may love roses, but I love the lotus flower. I think that it's just as beautiful as any red rose but the lotus just prefers the background, wanting to be invisible but yearning to be recognized for its inner beauty. Feels like me, unfortunately. Such a depressing flower.

"Hey," Vincent snapped me out of my thoughts with his calm voice. I nodded for him to continue as I reached over to my left of the wheel chair to pick the lotus, "I have-well Dr. Crescent had a question to ask you but could not because of her work schedule."

"Okay."

"If you would like to live here?"

"I'm afraid… that I cannot accept," because in the end, both of you will end up leaving me.

"So, why can't you accept my invitation?" I looked behind me and saw Lucrecia walking toward us through the corner of my eye with her vibrant smile.

"I don't belong here; it's as simple as that. Although I thank you for what you both have done for me."

Lucrecia exhaled in disappointment, "Vincent, please roll our friend into the mansion," she smiled, "we're going to show her the room that I've prepared for her."

This time I exhaled in disappointment. There was no use arguing against Dr. Crescent, she'd always win against me.

"We're here," Lucrecia opened the door and as I was wheeled into the room I noticed that it was huge…I take that back. Huge is an understatement. I slowly got out of the wheel chair to not damage my slowly healing wounds.

"Is this…is this mine?"

"Everything in here is yours." She smiled at me.

I walked slowly clutching my right hip with my lotus and glided over the comfortable bed. "I've never had one before." I knew my voice sounded raspy.

"What? A whole room to yourself?" she joked.

"A bed." I caught Lucrecia and Vincent off guard.

"U-um. A-alright then, I have to get back to work," her strides were long and trying to leave the room as quickly as possible but halted in front of the door, "please accept this gift. This is not your house, this is your home." She disappeared behind the door, with Vincent staring after her.

"Something must be very fascinating for you to be staring at the door so intently," my eyebrow rose at him, and caught him blushing.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"If you love her then go tell her." I told him simply.

"It's not as easy as it seems." His head shook slowly.

"A lot of things in life aren't easy, but please try."

Vincent chuckled, "I can't believe I'm taking advice from a 13 year old. Right…um" He didn't know my name. I never told either of them. Both referred to me as 'you', 'she', and sometimes even 'young violinist'. I sat on the bed with my back towards him while looking outside the window, watching the sun set.

"My name is…" memories came flashing through my mind, "of no importance to you, Mr. Valentine. Maybe I'll tell you when you're on your deathbed." I turned towards him and saw his face. "Yes you saved my life, and helped me live a new life along with Dr. Crescent. But…we're all humans Vincent." His expression softened and waited for my response, "We all love to tell lies." The lights in the room flickered on and off.