A Screwed Up Mess

Chapter 4

A couple days later I woke up in the same old hospital bed, but there was something different about today. I wasnt sweaty, and my hair wasnt matted. The sun was hitting me perfectly, the cloudless sky came into view through the opended curtains.

I felt as though the rays hit in exactly the right spots. I gently closed my eyes just for a moment, soaking in the happiness that the light radiated.

"Hey" whispered Rosalie. "How are you feeling?"

I turned to look at her, and her miniature little blue eyes looked at me through the mess of her brown curls. She was gorgeous.

I nodded, indicating I was okay. I'd found out through Rosalie's uttered words and my written ones that she'd been abused my her parents and was now being put into a foster home, after she healed.

I noticed the monitors were all gone. The needles all stripped away from my arms and legs. 'YYEESS!! I CAN MOVE' was the first thing I thought of. I smiled and Rosalie came and sat with me on my bed. We'd become good friends.

I didn't notice when the doctor entered my room, but when he cleared his throat it made me jump a little

I put my lips together in a thin line, holding in the laugh. "You need help?" Do I need help? Are you insane I've been here for god knows how long!! I just want out! It was all I could think about.

I went to the bathroom, where they kept a full length mirror, and looked at my reflection for the first time since I died.. Or nearly died- I guess. I don't know. I looked.. Normal. Well, normal for me anyway.

I had a pudgy stomach, fat thighs, tall posture, big feet, long brunette hair, that reached my waist and hung in thick curls, even some acne. Brown eyes, a wide waist, and my arms...

I couldnt stand looking at myself. Nothing had changed.. I was still ugly old me. I sighed, I walked out of the bathroom and dressed up in a light blue sweatshirt, my jeggings, and my white converse. Rosalie was just sitting staring at me from my bed. I stuck my hair into a full blown messy ponytail, deciding to deal with THAT situation, later.

I grabbed all of my bags.. And kissed Rosalie on the forehead looking at her and silently promising I'd see her again. "Good luck Penny, be careful" she whispered sadly. I gave her a sad smile.

I headed out, down the hallway, and into the lobby. Harry was there waiting with Kristen.

When I came into view they both stood up, groggily, and I got out my phone and opened a new note showing it to them "Why are you here?" they exchanged a look.

I frowned.

Then Kristen came towards me. You could see where the tears had dried up on her face. Her eyes were red, looking sore and had dark circles all around them. She looked up at me and I stared back bored, nonetheless she hugged me tight. I was shocked, and momentarily frozen, but then I patted her back cautiously. She sobbed into my shoulder, "I'm so- glad- you're okay" she cried. I awkwardly pushed her back. Shit.

I didn't want to see to them. One of my closest friends in freshman year, here, watching what she and Harry, and their betrayal had caused.

She frowned and I went towards the receptionist desk, signed out and left out the door, without a second look back at the two people who had hurt me the most.

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