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Chapter 2

Chapter two

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com·pas·sion

noun

sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others.

I wake up to the sound of beeping by the right side of my ear. It's so loud it awakens a painful ache in the back of my head.

I crack my eyes open to close it again due to the surprisingly bright light coming through. I open my eyes again and see everything around me is blurry. I wince at the pain the light contributes to my headache.

I wait for my eyes to adjust, and I become more aware that I'm not home. The smell of disinfectant surrounds me, and plus, we never had Bright lights in our home; we barely had lights in all the rooms, which is not many rooms.

My eyes adjust to the light in the room. I see plain white walls. I look around and spot My dad in the chair right next to me. I realize I feel pressure in my left hand, and it's him holding my hand in a firm grip asleep.

Everything rushes back to me, mom; she hit me with a glass bottle; well, it wasn't meant for me, but she still hit me.

I groan as I feel the medicine start to wear off. I groaned louder than expected, causing dad to jolt awake.

He looks around the room for a second before his eyes land on me and then widen in shock.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling," dad says softly.

Feel like I got hit by a bus twice. Instead, I say, "I'm fine."

"Where is mom?" I say while looking around the room.

He inhales deeply;  within his eyes, sympathy is shown "your mother ran away after what she did to you," with a sour look on his face.

"The cops are looking for her; the doctors thought you weren't going to make it; a piece of glass was embedded in your head, and it was severe they had to shave part of your head to stitch the wound you have; twelve stitches in your head." Tears start to glisten in his eyes.

"I thought I lost you, and I just found you, don't ever scare me like that." I watch as a tear slide down dad's face, and I'm overcome with a warm feeling in my stomach.

I haven't ever felt this way before; somebody was worried about me, not just somebody, my dad. He cares about me; he really loves me, and I can't help but feel the tears well up in my eyes.

My dad sees this and hugs me immediately; the lump in my throat doesn't go down. I begin to sob in his chest.

I clutch onto his shirt tightly, feeling warm in his embrace. The feeling of compassion leaves me not wanting to ever let go.

I wanted to soak up the warmth I was feeling the first time since Evan died.

When I settle down, dad lets go of me. "I'm going to go get the doctor," he says

I try to sit up in the bed to get comfortable. The more I move, the more pain I feel; I give up on comfortability fast.

I can't believe everything that's happening. I wonder what Evan thought about all of this; he probably would have run away sooner.

I laugh at the thought of running away. I have an out now. I can live with dad, but what if he's just like mom and worse.

He seemed caring, and what do I have to lose? I have nothing left.

I hear a knock on the door dad enters with a tall man with black hair that reaches his ear and bright green eyes that remind me of the forest; he has wrinkles in his eyes, telling me that he smiles too much. He looks to be in his late thirty's.

" Hey, how are you feeling today, Miss. Johnson," he said with a smile.

I knew it.

" I'm not feeling well" there was no point in lying; I literally just had a piece of glass stuck in my head.

How do you usually feel after something like that?

" Okay, I'm just going to check out your head and get you something for the pain." He says while inspecting my chart on his clipboard.

The doctor explains that I will be kept for one more day, and I kinda zone out; what else he says doesn't really matter to me. I know dad is listening.

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I wake up to the room being dark; I don't remember falling asleep.

I look around the room and spot dad, this time lying on the uncomfortable-looking couch.

I turn over to the left side of the bed, staring at the heart monitor.

It seems like Evan always finds his way in my head, no matter how much I don't want to remember him anymore.

It's too painful to think I will never be able to see him again. His smile lifted the whole room and the way he would bring me anywhere with him.

I was never an embarrassment for him; he always wanted to be around me.

We did everything together, now. It's just me; yeah, I have a dad now, but he doesn't know me the way Evan does. I just met him.

My dad is a stranger. I feel so alone more than ever. Even though mom is a horrible parent, she is familiar to me, but now she's gone couldn't do one decent thing and stay with her daughter.

I slowly drift off to sleep, hearing the snores of my dad that reminded me of Evan's. 

A/N: Hey you all, I'm going to be updating you every Friday and Saturday. Right now, the book is not exciting but keep reading. I promise it will get good, and my book will be mainly dealing with mental illness.