Flashbacks

I took my sweet precious time as I slowly slit my wrists. I loved the feeling of blood dripping right before my eyes. The sight was pretty. Gross, but pretty. I just liked it.

For once in my life, I felt as if I was in control. I’ve never had much control in my life since my birth-giver didn’t care for me and my sperm donor didn’t want me. Apparently he wanted my mom to have an abortion. At least that’s what my mom and step-father always tell me.

Do I believe them? Yes. Yes, I do. Because even I don’t want myself. Sometimes I would think that they’re lying since whenever I asked, they would always switch the conversation or yell at me. But now I just have to accept the fact that my father never wanted me. He didn’t even want me before I was even born.

I’ve never seen him before either. I don’t know how he looks, or the color of his skin, or anything. Gah, I hate myself.

I got off of my bed and went inside my bathroom so I would wipe off all the blood that had dried on my skin. My bathroom isn’t that big, obviously. I wasn’t rich or anything. The walls were white, a dull and boring color. The sink was on the left side as well as the toilet. On the right was the shower.

I grabbed some paper towels and wet them with lukewarm water. I used them to wipe the blood off my wrists. After wiping all the dried blood, I put a bandage on the cuts then walked back to my small bedroom. I was tired, so I decided to go to sleep.

When I layed down on my bed, I began to cry myself to sleep. I wish I had someone that actually loved me, but I knew I would never find that someone. I didn’t even love myself so how could someone else love me?

I was dozing off when I felt someone shaking me.

“Ugh,” I groaned, moving into a more comfortable position.

“Wake up,” a voice said.

I froze in fear. I remembered that voice. It was Angel’s. But…how?

“Why are you so scared, Eleonora?” he asked.

I looked up at him with wide eyes. He looked the same as the last time I saw him. He smirked.

“Are you ready to play?” he teasefully asked.

“No!” I yelled. “Please, go away. I don’t want to play…leave me alone.”

He stepped back into the darkness of the room. Instead of staying in the dark, he charged towards me and began choking me.

“You just had to piss me off,” he growled, slamming my head into the hard headboard of the bed which caused me to lose consciousness.

realized I wasn’t in my room. I was in

I end up in a hospital? And…what if Angel

things attached to me. Like pins and whatever. The only things I can pinpoint is the IV bag and a heart monitor that was beeping like crazy. I hurriedly

afford going to the hospital or

very comfortable at all) I felt lightheaded. But I knew I couldn’t stay here. Angel would come and get me.

me to return to the bed. Everything around me was spinning. Their voices were all starting to blur, and my head began hurting. Still, I could only hear him. He was coming back for

head began hurting more and more from all the noise in the room.

putting everything back in place

except for one and in came a male doctor who was holding a clipboard in one of his hands. He had white skin, intriguing brown eyes, and long brown hair. He also had a short beard and was extremely tall.

up, “I’m Garrett, and I’ll be your

my doctor for the next few days because there will be no next few days. I’m leaving,”

of mind and therefore cannot take care of yourself. You’re here because you were injured badly and a

the waiting room, a guy named Dan and a lady

bit of what happened but some of it was blurry due to the drugs being injected into me. I feel like I know exactly who was at the dark alley…And if it wasn’t for Noah (I think that’s the guy who saved me?) could he have

eyes that were on me. “Um.

nurse can go get him”—the

a cup of

or something. A

scared me. I told you not to go. Gah, this is all my fault.

Don’t blame yourself. It was my fault. Not yours. Besides, I’m okay. I

blame yourself for an attack. It wasn’t your fault. Are you

fine. Just a few

fractured your left arm! You have bruises all over your body

as I said,

looked at me as if he was about to lose his

it I said I was. “Yeah.

“Oh. Okay. Good.”

I