Sara
"Uh." I sighed.
"What happened to you, darling?" A nurse with teddy bears on her uniform asked.
"What's your name?" A blond one asked me.
"How old are you?" A nurse with bright red lipstick asked me.
They kept asking questions for what seemed like forever.
"Can I answer the questions now?" I finally asked them.
They quieted down, and kept trying to clean me up, rolling bandages around my arms and legs, bright red blood already starting to seep through a layer.
"My name is Sara Charleston. I'm 19 years old. I-uh, um..."
"What happened to you?" The bright lipped nurse asked me.
The others started to throw away the dirty, bloody wipes and their plastic gloves.
"Uh, I- um, um." I stuttered.
"You can tell me. I'm only trying to help."
Tears started to form in my eyes. A missile exploded in my stomach. My head spun.
"I can't. H-He'll come after me." I sobbed.
"Who, dear?" She rubbed my shoulder.
I cried into my hands. My body shook like an earthquake.
"P-P-Papa."
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A Second Chance
Fanfiction"You're my second chance, Luke. I'm here because of you." [L.H.] **TRIGGER WARNING!! This story contains abuse, death, depression and violence** ***COMPLETED 11/2/15*** cover art credit to mylastnameiscuadrado on instagram
