Soulless-Remastered.

Chapter 2

My eyes slowly fluttered open. The scent of sick filled my nostrils and I saw a white tile ceiling. There were people around me in uniforms. I was groggy so my vision was blurred and they had to get used to the light. I groaned and brought my hand to my face. I yawned as I felt the rough bumps across my face.

"Mrs.Brooksen, I am Pete Ross, this here is Lansing Moen. We are here to talk to you about what had happened." He gestured to the man next to him. He looked me deep in the eyes and I started to sweat. My muscles tensed.

"U-um well my boyfriend Brian... He... He came home drunk... He tried to... You know. I tried to fight it off but he pushed me against the wall and held my neck. I blacked out for a few minutes... I hid after I woke and then... I killed him." I put my hand over my mouth and tears streamed down my face.

"I-I tried to go to the bathroom but there was broken glass. I fell because I stepped on it I think and my face was scratched up.

I lost lots of blood so I blacked out after I called the police.. am I going to jail?" I ask helplessly, I mean who wouldn't want to know.

"No. Your felt your life was being threatened." Lansing told me. Pete agreed. I sighed. I wasn't going to jail.

I could see the blood running down his face, the scratches on mine, the scrapes on my skin. It burned like the firey pits of hell.

I screamed in pain.

Pete looked at Lansing.

"What's wrong?" T

Pete asked in a worried tone.

"The pain, so much pain." I cried. I grabbed a hold of my face and tried to rip off the scars. I hated how I looked. I had a huge gash across the side of my face. I whimpered because my feet felt like nails were digging into them.

I never felt so much pain. Even when Brian took his hand and slapped me down after hollering at him for coming home drunk with hikkies running down his neck. I was too scared to leave him. Where would I go? I couldn't go back to my parents because they will just say "I told you so."

I used to come home late at night, it worked for a while but when I was caught sneaking in. My father took his hand and slapped me across the face, making sure to leave a mark for school the next day. I used to be bullied because of my marks. I never felt so afraid of having bruises on my face. It boggles my mind and reminds me of my father. They kicked me out at age twenty and sent me to college, I took my full four years. I had no friends because of my scratched and marks on my arms.

Then I met Brian. He was a whole two years older than I am. He said he loved me.

He came home drunk for the first time. That was also when we had our first argument. I yelled at him and he slapped me across the face. The tears soaked my face as he sat down in his cozy chair, beer in his hand.

"Uh.. Mrs. Brooksen?" Lansing asked. I shook out of it.

"Oh.. Sorry.." I let out a sigh once more.

"Here.. We need you to sign this." Pete handed me a clip board with a paper on it.

PINE REST

CHRISTIAN MENTAL HEALTH CENTER

Name....

Age....

Circle Potential Problem

-Depression

-Phsycopathy

-Sociopathy

-ADD

-ADHD

-Bipolar

-Annorexia

.....

The list went on. I circled none because nothing was wrong with me. There is nothing fucking wrong I'm not screwed in the head.

I slammed the board on the ground. I slowly looked up, seeing blood pool near the bottom of my bed. I looked up slowly.

"Ashley." I heard and echo. It was a face too familiar. The person I've known for a long time... His hand was in the air. It was my father. He raised his hand.

I clenched my teeth and squinted my eyes, preparing for the worst. His hand made a fast whoosh as I heard a crack. I blacked out.

A few hours later I wake in the same bed in the same room. My covers were changed. I felt a tight restriction on my head. I felt my forehead, there were bandages on it. 

I looked on my bed. There was a "call" button and I pushed it. A woman a few seconds later walked in.

"Yes?" She asked politely. I took a deep breath and grabbed my head,noticing a terrible migrain.

"W-what happened?" I grabbed a mirror and saw myself. My brassy blonde hair reached down to middle of my chest. My eyes were baggy. My eyes were crystal clear and ocean blue.

The cloth covering my head was soaked in water and had a tiny of pink, which I assume is blood.

"You fought the two men who came, Pete and Lansing, you fell off your bed and cracked your skull on the desk besides you." She gestures her hand towards the desks. I glance at her name tag. Amy.

"You have a pretty name." I smile a little. She smiles also.

"Thanks." She turns around and walks away, her long healthy ginger hair following her.

I was jealous. She was gorgeous. And here I am In a hospital bed without a shower for days and I have a crack in my head. I don't look or feel so hot.

I eventually fall back into my slumber at about one am. I thought about what I saw.

Was I really going crazy? The voices.. The blood on the flow and in the bathroom. My father.. Thinking about so many things made me collapse. I slept.

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