- Life is a natural and spontaneous series of events, you can't run, you can't hide, you have to press the play button. Let the change begin.
Omniscent P.O.V
Serenity laid there nearly the entire night with blood spilling from her fresh wounds and now, cut vein. It was at 3 AM when Jeremiah walked in from his long night, wanting nothing but a shower.
He nearly threw up from the aroma of blood that was originally coming from his bathroom. He was suprised to open the door and find a girl with bloody wrist sprawled out across his floor.
In a panic, he hurriedly scooped her up, put her in the car, and drove her to the nearest hospital. He carried her in the hospital and yelled loudly "SOMEBODY HELP ME! SHE'S BLEEDING OUT."
The nurses wasted no time, because it was only a matter of time because Jeramiah couldn't see the mystery girl anymore due to the white double doors closing.
Jeremiah went to take a seat in the waiting room and let sleep overtake his overworked body. He had so many questions, but the one that puzzled him the most was, who was she?
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Serenity's P.O.V
"No! No! Please no!" I screamed loudly with tears running down my face. Sadly nobody could hear me in the sound proof room. I was fifteen. Suddenly a rag was plunged into my mouth, to quiet me. I shook in fear as they begin to expose my body. My bare 15 year old virgin body. In despite of everything. I Never ever thought I would lose my innocence this way, being raped by 4 men who worked in the insane asylum, a place for 'help'.
Suddenly the scenery begin to change. Everything was pure white and there was these big gates. I begin to walk towards it, picking up my pace because I could finally begin to get out of here. Out of this hell, as I was just about to touch the gate, I fell.
I begin to cry hard, until I heard a voice. It was booming and bold. "Child hush up. All that crying now, why would you try to end it for yourself? Serenity, baby, It's not time. You have a purpose. You must keep fighting because in the end it will be all worth it. My baby, I've drilled in your head that when life knocks you down and beats you up, your supposed to get right back up and try harder." From that moment, I realized it was my mother. She emerged from the darkness, looking more beautiful and powerful than ever. She walked over to me and hugged me tightly while I cried hardly into her shoulder. I've missed her so much. She looked at me lovingly and spoke softly " You're so beautiful. Just as I remember. But Ayana you can't do this too yourself. Look at your arm. Why Ayana? Why? You have so much to live for. You are destined for greatness. No matter what they diagnose you with. You are beautiful. You are powerful. You are a queen in disguise. You just haven't been discovered yet. But baby, oh my sweet baby, your time is coming. " I took in every word of hers, beginning to feel a little better now that she was here. I spoke through my tears "Mom I need you. I want to be with you " I wanted nothing more than to be with my mother. She was my everything. She then spoke " Ayana, baby you can't. Look sweetie, my time is almost up but always know I love you. I've always been here. Watching over you. It's not your time to go. Your going to prosper. Change is coming baby. Accept it. " she smiled at me before she faded from my view. "Open your eyes ", I listened to the voice in my head.
I heard the beeping of a heart monitor and opened my eyes to see vivid white walls. It then hit me, I was in the hospital. Again. It's horrible when you Get so used to the hospital but as a pre adolescent. I often found myself here. I was diagnosed here. This place has brought me nothing but hell, they put me in an insanity asylum because of this.
I looked down at wrist to see my arm stitched up with a thick bandage around it, my thoughts were interrupted when a deep voice interrupted me " I see your up, Ill call the nurse. " I then looked over to see the boy from the cafe'. I couldn't believe my eyes. Before I could speak, the doctor walked in and begin speaking.
"Miss Williams, you are very very fortunate to be seeing another day. Thanks to this young man, you are on the road to being better." I inwardly sighed, now They're probably going to prescribe me all these different medications and make me seek help. But honestly I don't want that. I've been through enough in my life, I don't need a person calling me crazy, just because I have mutiple disorders. Millions of people have it , but they act as if we can't lead normal lives without their help. So they give us this 'help' when in actual reality it's a cover up method. It controls you, when they should help people overcome this Naturally, not with stupid medication.
I tuned him out, while the boy listened intently. I begin to study his features. He was absolutely stunning. Tall, charming,and browned skin. I know he's going to bombard me with questions after the doctor proceeds to leave. I feel terribly bad, but I just needed a place to lay my head.
The doctor interrupted my thoughts "Miss Williams We'll bring you your medicine shortly " I nodded as if I understood because I'm not taking that shit. The doctor then left and the man turned towards me. I froze up. He chuckled "you weren't listening to a word he said were you? " I nodded then spoke " I don't see a point in listening, they think I'm crazy " He looked at me bizarrely. " well you sort of really are, you snuck into my window, and showered, ate my food, then slit your wrist! " I looked at him in sadness which quickly turned into anger. " You don't know a damn thing about me, I am not crazy! I needed shelter. Desperate times, desperate measures. ".I shook my head with tears running down my face. " I'm sorry for sneaking into your house, I needed shelter. But I'm not crazy. I promise. "
He stared at me intently before speaking " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just suprised. Hey, your the girl I met from the coffee shop! I never got your name." Don't tell him Serenity, you better not. "It's Serenity. What's yours? " those stupid voices are always controlling me. I'm not a puppet. I have feelings.
I hate What's wrong with me. But it's truly what makes me a perfect imperfection.
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Jeremiah's P.O.V
This girl was truly a work of art. You can see it all over her that She's been through the unimaginable. She is very strong and so beautiful.
I answered calmly " My name is Jeremiah." I figured since we're going to be seeing alot of each other, I should be completely honest with her. I want to help her. I learned today that she has mutiple personality disorder and schizophrenia. That's alot to deal with honestly, I'm going to help her because I see something.
She spoke softly "Thank you for rescuing me. I probably would've died if it weren't for you. " I nodded vigorously then grabbed her arm and begin to kiss her scars. " it's no problem at all. They're all so beautiful. " I left a kiss on every scar each time I said a word. "Each one of these tell a story. Every one of these etched in your skin, shows that you went through something." We're going to make a change. I held her hand tightly, looking her in the eyes. "For every hole we fill I want you to look at these as a reminder that we fought this together. I just need you to trust me." She looked at me with hesitance very clear in her eyes. She was so beautiful. Within also. I'm going to break down her walls and find out what has her so gaurded and let the light in. I'm going to save her.
Fighting battles like these are something you can't do alone. It will kill you, well nearly kill you. You have to be strong minded and strong willed too. It's so peculiar because a broken person can be the strongest person. You will always feel alone in this cold, world. Like your unloved, or people just don't wanna be bothered with you but it's your choice how your going to let it change you. Either for the best or for the worst.
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