My broken Aster

'SURPRISE' -Aster-

Song based on chapter: Story of my life (One Direction)

"I don't remember anything."

The police looked at me with a skeptical gaze.
"Please, you need t-"

"You're a child, stop lying, no child should be running in the snow, covered in bruises." The officer replied with a harsh tone. He seemed so fed up, but I don't even know how I got here.

"Thats all I remember." I said with a quiet voice. Not that I wanted to remember anyway. Half my bruises were covered by my hoodie, the blood on my top barely concealed by it. My shorts didn't cover any of the bruises on my legs, barely leaving anything to the imagination. My feet turning blue from the frost bite. My lips chapped, and face with dried tears covering my cheeks.

"Name."

"Huh," I felt myself growing weaker, my eyes growing hazy.

"Name, what's your name?" He said sounding agitated.

I grabbed the wall next to me for support. Starting to feel dizzy. My hands started to get cold, I couldn't feel my legs, next thing I knew, I was collapsing against the wall, my knees wobbly as I was sliding down the wall.

"Miss, I need to know your name."

But the only thing I could pay attention to be my heartbeat that was thundering against my chest, and the ringing noise that hasn't left my ears since I got here.

"Elizabeth." I said in between a breath, "Aster Reilly."

"Okay, now Elizabeth, where are you from, we need to get you back home." He said before scanning over my legs. "And a hospital."

"Who brought me here?"

"Answer my question."

"Answer mine, please."

"Anonymous, we found you passed out in a chair at the front."

"Seriously, you expect me to remember when you don't even know who brought me here." I said starting to get my breathing more even.

"Don't take that tone with me, we're trying to help you get back home."

"Yeah, cause that's all I am, a liability."

"I-"

I started to get up, trying to forget about the sharp pains in my arms and legs. "Don't bother."

"Sit down." The officer said with a gentler tone.

I did, I wasn't sure how much longer I could stay standing.

"Where did you get those bruises."

I started to fidget with the rings on my fingers, keeping my eyes locked on my bitten nails.

"These are old, I'm really clumsy," I tried saying with an even tone.

"You need to stop lying, we're trying to help you."

"You've done enough, if you could be so kind to tell me where I am, I'd be glad to go back to my house right now."

"Eliz-"

"Maine, it says Maine police right there."

"We'll at least give you a ride home, it's the least we can do."

I didn't want to go home, but I didn't have any more of a fight left in me to continue arguing.

"Okay."

My father was going to kill me.

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