Disclaimer: See last chapter
A/N: This is now set after the prologue
~ Chapter Five ~
~ "A broken heart that the world forgot." ~
At twelve year old girl lay in the hospital bed, bruises covered her pale face, tears streaked down her cheeks, she kept her eyes on the blank wall in front of her as her limp body shook in pain and fear.
She didn't turn around when someone came in the room, she knew who it was already – her mum hadn't even come to see her during her five day stay in the blank hospital room. She bit down on her lower lip in an attempt to stop the sobs escaping, she was too scared to make a sound in this place, she didn't want to break down, she didn't want to become a problem to anyone.
The nurses would talk about the small twelve year old that had barely moved in the past five days, the small girl who's only visitor had been the police. They would look at her and shake their heads, going home to hug and kiss their own children just so they knew that there was still some love in this cruel world.
They were scared by the sudden mental breakdown she seemed to be having and they were scared that if she didn't snap out of it soon, it would just be another life gone to waste.
She looked no older than six years old, her tiny frame looked even smaller in the hospital gown that hung over her delicate body and her short, brown hair hung loosely over her chocolate brown eyes, tears would constantly fall down her face making her eyes red and bloodshot. The dark circles under her large eyes gave away the lack of sleep and her shaking body, bruises, cuts, scars and broken bones told them why she wouldn't sleep.
She would whisper an answer to them if they asked her anything, she never wanted to be a problem to anyone, she didn't want to make anyone angry with her ever again. She would just lay in her bed and smile when someone came in, but it would never reach her eyes. Her eyes never sparkled, no matter how hard they tried to make her laugh, or anything.
Nobody knew how to help her.
They would talk about the woman in the ward next to theirs, her short, brown hair hung loosely over her chocolate brown eyes as tears ran down her pale cheeks. She curled up in a tight ball and dug her nails into her skin, never uttering a word to anyone that came in the room. She wouldn't even move.
The dark circles under her eyes and her screams in the night would explain to them why she refused to sleep unless drugged, her screams would echo the whole building and they wondered if her young daughter ever heard them.
There was only one thing the nurses did know – these two, despite escaping their long term abuser, were broken and only they could put each other back together.