Original Madness

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Chapter One: Miracles 

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   My eyes opened to see familiar cream-colored walls. It kept going in and out of focus as I laid on the cold wooden floor. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and the pounding in my head kept getting worse. Tears flowed down my face as I could still feel the tingling sensation along my back.

It felt like a boulder was placed on my chest, stopping me from breathing. Stopping me from moving any part of my body.

How did things go so wrong? Everything was perfect, and yet I still ended up this way. I felt empty, my body growing cold.

Why? This was a question that had been plaguing my mind for the last hour I laid here on my bedroom floor. I gave my heart to the one person I trusted besides my family, and he shattered it into pieces.

The tears had dried on my cheeks as I stared up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. "Rose!" I heard my name being called as it echoed throughout the room. Phoebe was kneeing above me, shaking my shoulders. "Rose." She cried out cradling my head in her lap.

"You'll be okay. I promise." She muttered into the top of my head. I stayed silent, what was I going to say? My life had become so messed up, and at the last moment, just when I had thought everything was under control... it was brutally ripped from my hands.

My body warmed as she held it against hers. Her grip had tightened around my shoulders, as she tried to even her breathing. "Just say something. Let me know you're okay." She pleaded. Except I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to tell her I was fine when every part of me was broken.

"I killed her." She mumbled, trying to comfort me. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sound of her heartbeat as my head leaned against her chest. She had killed the old hag. This should make me happy, I should be overjoyed, and yet... I could only blame myself.

I made the decision. It was only fair that I was the one who got hurt in the end. I trusted when I shouldn't have, I was naïve, temporarily putting my life into someone else's hands; and now I was paying the price.

It was only imaginary, I knew that, but... how could something so imaginary hurt me as bad as my father did? What he had done wasn't imaginary and this somehow felt worse. I sighed letting my body relax from its tense state before welcoming the darkness once again. 

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"She'll recover. Everything is fine physically, but as for mentally..." I heard a familiar voice speaking softly. I opened my eyes turning my head towards the person who I hadn't seen in years. "Ms. Mayfield." I gave her a small smile.

We had seen her at our mother's funeral and looking up at her now I was surprised at how much she had aged. Her once dark chocolate brown hair was now filled with streaks of white. She had small wrinkles around her brown eyes, and her lips were a pale pink.

"Hello, my little firecracker." She grinned sitting on the end of my bed. She would call me that when I was younger. Only now I realized how much I missed it.

Phoebe walked over kneeling next to me. "She said that you're perfectly fine." She assured me.

"How long was I asleep?" I mumbled looking back up to the ceiling. "Are you sure that you're feeling okay?" She asked changing the subject. I wasn't sure that I wanted to know at this point. If she had to call in Ms. Mayfield it had to of been long enough to scare her.