Fly Away

43 - am i dreaming?

Song: Frank Ocean - Ivy (Slowed and Reverb)

Mia

The first thing I feel when I wake up is pain. 

Pain everywhere, making me dizzy even though I'm lying down.

I blink my eyes to try and clear my blurry vision, focusing in on the white ceiling above me as I swipe at my forehead.

The thick jumper I'm wearing is unfamiliar and making me hot, and I recognise the smell of it, but I'm too lost to pay attention. 

There's a stinging pain in my left leg, and I bring my hand down to feel around, instantly wincing when that pain sears up all over my leg.

"Ouch, what the-"

The memories come flashing back.

Rocco's dad in the elevator, telling me all of those things.

Rocco accusing me and using me, faking it. Faking everything.

The shower. The blood.

Sometimes I feel like maybe it's my destiny to have such bad fortune, and that maybe nothing in my life is supposed to be good.

With every happy memory, a bad one comes flashing in. 

I lift myself off the dark couch, feeling my neck cramp up from the movement. 

Footsteps ring in my ears as I rub at my neck to try and clear the tension and stress from my muscles.

A man comes into my view, ageing grey hair and piercing blue eyes that scrutinise me as I look into them. 

"You shouldn't be getting up, Mrs." He says, standing with his hands secured behind his back and his upper back leaning forward slightly like he's afraid I'm going to fall over.

I ignore the shooting pain in my leg as I try to take a step forward, but my leg nearly buckles and I fall back onto the couch, sighing.

I've never done anything like that before, but I couldn't bear the internal pain and loss, so I had wanted to distract myself. Focus the pain externally. I don't know what happened after I passed out.

"How long have I been out for? I ask, raising my eyebrows up at him in question.

He nods once before turning to look behind him for a second, his arms falling beside him, but when he turns back to me, there's nothing on his face that indicates what he was trying to look for.

"About two hours now. Mr Fiori ordered that you stay lying down, so please Mrs." He steps forward once, but his words tick something off inside me.

"Well, you can tell Mr Fiori to stick it up his ass, because I don't want to lie back down." It's then that I register the smell of the jumper, and I quickly tug it off me, throwing it across the room in a heap. I don't want to wear any of his clothes, or be in his house any longer.

I hate him. 

I look down as I feel the pang of cold air hit my skin, and realise I'm only wearing a black bra. 

Oh well.

The man in front of me lets out a little shriek before turning around quickly, a surprised expression on his face. 

I roll my eyes at his dramatic behaviour and get up off the sofa again, starting to make my way to my room so I can pack, the pain in my leg getting harsher with every step I take. 

"Mrs Fiori, you can't leave, the boss said that you are under strict rules, and your cut will open up. It's dangerous." I roll my eyes again and dismiss his words.