Just got the kids down for a nap, YES! I enjoy the quiet and I am in the mood to write. I feel inspired and on a roll. Okay maybe my inspiration came from E.L James, He-He author of Fifty Shades. I don't get how people can bag on the book being turned into a movie. It is just as good as every other book being turned into a movie. NC-17! That is what it should be rated. Well not rated at all. Too much material and kinky fuckery! Yes, I admit it. I love Christian Grey CEO of Grey Enterprise Holdings. Oh lord look at me. I am seriously turned into soot. Greater news, today June 22, 2012, I am in love. Yes in love. I read the golden lily and I have to say "HOW DARE YOU SYDNEY HURT MY ADRIAN'S HEART! What he ever do to you?" Okay he's not my Adrian. More so, I wish Dimitri was mine. But that's out of my hands. I am going to buy a hippo. Name her Gloria. A giraffe named Melman. A Zebra named Marty. And a lion named Alex. We're going to Madagascar. Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da, circus, Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da, afro. Circus afro circus afro Polka dot polka dot polka dot AFRO! Okay I am out of hand and rambling, now onward with my story.

PS I do not own the vampire academy.

PPS I do not own Dimitri.

PPPS I wish I was a chicken.

PPPPS I love chickens.

Previously:

I don't know how I put up with this for years

OH, NO! Pt. 2

I sat in the hospital with a kidney dish under my mouth. Dimitri stroked my hair back as we waited. Seems like a person puking blood is less of an emergency then a woman with is sitting in a wheelchair with her son yelling at him. She doesn't sound too sick to me. But then who am I to judge. I don't know anything about these people. I don't know their illness. Just mine. Last time I checked I was a girl who just got the shit beat out of by her father. I lay on my side my head in Dimitri's lap; I look up at the bright lights on the ceiling. Is this supposed to be comforting? It's not helping me much. I move and that was the worst mistake. I felt pain shoot up my back and my head began to pound harder. I close my eyes and try to make it go away.

"How is she?" I hear a voice. I recognize the voice, but I don't know who it belongs to.

"She's hurting again. I don't know what to do" Dimitri said. I know his voice anywhere. It's soothing and it's calming and it helps me ease a little.

I heard shuffling. "We can't find him anywhere. You said the last time you saw him he was in Victor's grasps. How did he get out?" I opened my eyes to see the most calming emerald green eyes ever. I remember those eyes. Officer Ivashkov. He rescued me that night. Oh my savior.

"Victor let go of him because Rose, started to spew out blood from her mouth." No shit Sherlock where else would blood spew out from my… never mind keeping that thought to myself.

Officer Ivashkov had leaned down and looked at me. I tried to smile but when I did it was like spit up fest. Kind of like when a baby spits up it just comes out without warning? Except mine was blood not spit up? Dimitri seemed to be okay with my blood on him. He didn't seem mind that I was ruining his clothes. God, he didn't deserve me. I was a mess. So I just paid attention to Officer Ivashkov. He seemed to be saying words. But I wasn't making out a bit of it. It's like a Charlie Brown moment when the adults talk. 'Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah-wah-wah' All I could see was his perfect lips moving as he talked. The way he moistened them as he talked. His bottom lip permanently pouted out. And his cupid's bow deep and masculine like it had just been shaven. But for some reason when I look at him, in my mind I see my Russian god. It was an odd mix, crushing on Officer Ivashkov, while imagining that he was Dimitri. Okay, I am losing way too much blood for my liking. In this case, none would suffice.

"Roza, Officer Ivashkov wants to ask you some questions. Is that all right sweetheart?" Mmm. Was my only reply. But really, I wasn't in the mood to be answering questions.

"Please call me Adrian. We're friends right, Rose?" I guess. I said in my head. "Okay Rose. What happened at your house?"

"We all ready told you that." Dimitri butted in. My hero.

"Yes, but I wanted to hear it from Rose." Adrian snapped at Dimitri. Well then, be rude. "You can tell me Rose"

How am I supposed to answer? My face hurts, my eyes hurt. And most of all if I talk my jaw will pop out of place. It is slightly dislocated. I slowly breathe and count to 3. By the time I got to three I was hauled off of Dimitri, my body screaming in protest as I landed on something soft and comfy that reminded me of a cloud. Thank the heavens; I was being saved from answering questions that I didn't want to answer.

I watched as the lights above started to pass by me. I counted how many there were. I gasped as something cold touched my face. It was a hand, then replaced by a mask. I remember the oxygen masks. I've had too many on my face to couth. I was then placed on another bed, as they cleared me of my shirt with scissors. They cut carefully as I lay back with an oxygen mask on my face. A nice looking doctor walked in and smiled at me. I looked up at the doctor as he cleansed my chest and put sticky wire-y thingies to my chest. Hmm, I don't know about you but I enjoyed the sticky thingies on my chest. I closed my eyes and I soon start to drift in and out of sleep. Soon, complete darkness over rides me. I'm in sweet pure bliss.

I wake up all too soon. After what felt like minutes of sleep, I was attached to more wire. Bandages covering my breasts and my torso, my arms covered in gauze. I looked around the pasty white room, the heart monitor beeping. Thank god for the beeping. I looked at the window trying to rub my eyes but I felt a pull. I looked at my hand, great, needles. Just what I needed. I didn't like needles. It's a painful memory, but it didn't stop the flashback.

*flashback*

It was all too clear for me, watching my father wasting away in alcohol and drugs. The needles; I remember the needles. I had to pick them up after he was done using them. They lay on the floor, weird liquids leak from the tip of it. I rush over to it so it doesn't leak on the floor. Mind you I am only 11 years old. I don't know what it is. I pick it up not before my mother walks in and I drop it, the needle going into my foot. I scream out in pain as it pierces my skin. Red liquid forms in a tiny dot on my foot. I look at my mother as she races over to me. I think she is going to save me. But she doesn't. She slaps me hard.

"Is this what you want?" She yells at me. I think I was still in shock of the slap. "To be just like you're no good rotten father?"

I shook my head. I head back the tears. "Jesus fucking Christ Rosemarie, what were you thinking."

"I…I saw it on the floor. It was leaking. I had to pick it up before it got on the rug." I said quietly.

"So you didn't want to waist it. And be like your father?" she shakes her head exasperated. "No wonder your father hits you. You're just an irritation. Like a rash, we get it. And can't get rid of you."

I gasp at her harsh words towards me. How could she think that I was using the needle for my own self pleasure? I didn't know any better. I didn't know what it was. It was just there, had I known, I wouldn't have picked it up. It wouldn't be stuck in my foot. I closed my eyes as she took the needle out and sent me to my room. I lay in my bed. Well I consider it a bed, it wasn't much then a thin sheet of foam.

*flashback*

I don't know how long I was in my head for. But the flashback came so quickly and left so slowly. I pressed on the sticky tape that kept the needle in place. I move on my bed to look for the call button. I wanted this thing out of me; I didn't want it in anymore. I started to panic. The heart monitor started to pick up at my sudden panic attack. I started to gasp for air, I felt like I was drowning. I wanted to scream but nothing came out.

"Rosemarie" one of the doctors came in with a surgical mask on. He rushed over to calm me down. I looked up at the brown eyes of the doctors; reminding me of Dimitri's eyes. So dark brown and seductive, it was like he was the doctor. Until I came to realization, these eyes weren't Dimitri's obviously.

"This won't hurt a bit" the doctor gripped me up and surgically taped my arms to the railing. I tried to scream but I couldn't. Tape was over my mouth in seconds. I squirmed and squealed in pain as he put his body weight on me. I cried out in pain. Tears begin to blur my vision. I shake my head as the doctor held up a syringe that held white liquids he placed it into the line that connected from the drip to my veins.

Soon my body began to numb and I saw stars in the blankness of my stare. The doctor took off his surgical mask and smirked, like he was satisfied in what he did. I move realizing I was still taped down. I see a bunch of people running in the hallway and coming into my room. The man that was here was no longer in view. Where did he go? I felt my body heating up, and sweat pouring off my face. The doctors and nurses took the tape off. I rolled my head breathing and panting. Feeling overused and tired, I look at my doctor. He has a sad look to his face. No it wasn't him. His eyes are gray not dark brown. I look at the other doctors and their eyes are blue, brown or green. Not dark brown. I look past my doctor out into the hallway. The man no longer in green scrubs, panicking I started to move my arms, but I suddenly felt heavy. All of me.

My family rushed in and looked at me in sympathy. Had they found out who was in here? I look up at Dimitri, wanting him closer to me. Reaching out to him the best I could, he moved slowly like he was afraid to touch me. I look at him and smiled the best I could.

"I missed you" I whispered softly.

Tears sprang to his eyes. "Oh Roza, I missed you too" he held my hand in his and smiled. "Do you know what happened?"

Do I know what happened? Yes, I do know what happened.

"My father was here. And he's going to stop until I'm dead" I finally gasped out.

Locking eyes with the rest of my family, not one of their faces looked shocked. I looked back at Dimitri and smiled a bit.

"I think you should teach me out to fight"

There you have it kids! I think I am getting better at this. Don't you think. PLease review!