Like Father Like Daugther

White wall, clean smell

I felt the sharp, cold scissor almost pierce into my skin. He pushes harder and harder. I get if he's mad, but why is he THIS mad? I stopped talking, and I just gulped, and the only thing loud was my breathing.

Cameron pushed harder and drew blood. I gasped and gaged; it wasn't too deep but was inside already. My blood spilled, and before he could go deeper, my trainer, Kevin, busted into my room. Kevin's eyes widened and he had an aggressive tone. "Guess I did hear something." He grabbed the scissors from his hand as they chunked out of my neck.

I gasped, and my back slid against the wall. With blood all over the place, I was almost certain that I would die. Kevin yelled at Cameron, "You bitch! Don't ever try to hurt her, and I can fight." Kevin threw a punch at Cameron, and I stood up a little weak. I came up to Kevin, and my voice was breaking down.

"Please, don't hurt him!" I yelled, but quietly, out of weakness. My blood was everywhere, jeez. Kevin held Cameron onto my bed and nodded yes. My dad busted into the room, and he saw blood across my floor. He was so worried and in shock. "What happened?" He asked as he came up to me, seeing all this. I cried into my dad's chest.

"Cameron cheated on me and stabbed me." I said we were all weak. My dad patted my back and brought me downstairs. He made me sit on the couch, wrapped an elastic bandage around my neck, and called the police with a small panic.

Emma was giving me water and feeding me a banana to prevent me from passing out. Kevin was still holding Cameron onto my bed upstairs, giving him a lecture and telling him we're calling the police. The elastic bandage wasn't helping; I think I was going to pass out. My eyes fluttered close as I felt pain in the back of my head, then suddenly went numb. It was all black, and the last thing I heard was a faded scream.

A faded scream from my dad. It was a blur, but I saw his hand just in the corner of my eye before it went all black. Then my eyes opened up to a white wall with a clear, clean smell. My head hurt so bad, and I couldn't move my neck. I moved my eyes and noticed a doctor. I groaned, and all I could do was wiggle my fingers. The doctor heard me groan and turned around.

"Hey dear, you're awake. I'm going to get your sister and dad for you then, alright?" The doctor said this as he nodded and exited the room. When he exited the room, I took a deep breath and teared up a little. I hated how I could barely move; I felt like I wasn't real, like my body was unknown and empty. There was noise on the TV—definitely the news—but it was ringing through my ear.

Though I saw the door open, my dad came in along with my sister. My sister's voice was breaking as she hugged me. "Oh my gosh, you're okay." She cried and ran her fingers through my hair. I cried too, but my crying sounded quiet and weak. My dad was glaring at the scar on my neck that Cameron had caused. He hated it, and I saw anger flare in his zoned-out staring. I looked at my dad as more tears rolled down his face.

"Dad," I said, sounding like a lost, helpless child. He cried and hugged me and my sister as my tears got on his shirt. I really needed this hug, but I felt so empty and weird that the warmth of the hug wasn't filling me. But it fed something in me, and I don't know what.