Bad Intentions

Outer Body Happiness

A warm breeze hit my cheek as I turned around the bathroom became a beautiful field, I got up and walked through the tall green grass.
"Chasity," a voice so familiar said I began to run through the grass towards a bright light, and as I got closer  I saw him the man I loved so much.
I looked so much like him from the smooth honey-brown skin, hazel eyes, and heart-shaped face, "why did you have to go," I cried running into his arms.
He held onto me as I cried into his white robe, "I tried to make it to see you on your seventeenth birthday as I took the left off the interstate a truck hit my car, they tried to save me and I never gave up trying to survive but it was my time".
"Mom hates me because she thinks I'm the reason you left," I cried even more as he held on tighter, "I left because we had issues and I needed space from her," he spoke softly as he kissed my forehead.
I smiled as my dad told me about memories. I wanted to stay here, but before he could finish I felt like I was being pulled back, "Dad!" I screamed as he smiled at me, "It's not your time," he said as he let go of my hand.
"No, I want to stay with you," I cried as it pulled me again, my dad's face began to disappear.
My vision became black, my eyes slowly opened to a blurry white room, I brought my frail hands towards my eyes and began to cry.
The pain was back from the bruises and the mental abuse, the bed shifted as someone sat down I removed my hands from my eyes as they met his. "Why did you do it?" He spoke in a low, cracked tone," Do you not want to be with me anymore is that why you tried to kill yourself? Was it because I hit you?" He asked, whispering the last part, I just looked at him. "I don't want to do this anymore," I said as my voice cracked, he looked me over before he pressed his lips together, "Are you serious?" He asked as he got closer.
"I should've let your childish ass die in that tub, and where the hell are you gonna go? Nobody wants you, not even your silly ass mother wants you, I took you in and you want to leave."
His words cut deep just as I began to speak, he got up and left, I sighed as the door closed, and laid back, and just as I began to shut my eyes the door opened, I quickly shot up only to see Damian.
"What were you thinking Chasity," he said, setting a bunch of papers on the table, "I don't know, I just wanted to be happy."
He just looked at me and shook his head, "I left him," I mumbled as Damian shot his eyes in my direction, " Do you need a place to stay until you figure something out?" He asked with a concerned tone
I nodded, "That's cool with me, my family doesn't mind having anyone over," he smiled showing his perfectly straight white teeth.
After Damian gave me his number he left, I was left alone again. But somehow I felt relieved. No more sleepless nights of wondering what I did so wrong in Chris's eyes that made him hate me. Before I could get comfortable a soft knock came. "Hello, my name is Detective Anderson and I would like to ask you some questions.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the detective's pen scratching against his notepad. I shifted on the hospital bed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and unease as I looked up at him. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asked giving me a once over.
The hours spent lying in the bed had given me enough time to reflect on the events that led to this moment. Taking a deep breath, I began to recount my story.

"It's complicated," I started slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "The bruises... they're not from abuse. They're um...the..." I trailed off, struggling to find a reasonable excuse. I didn't want to mention Chris's name, not after what he had done to me.

The detective leaned in, his eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "It's okay, you can tell me," he said softly, placing his pen down.

I hesitated for a moment, memories of fear and pain flooding back. "I can't...I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, looking away from him. Just as the detective decided to press further, a soft knock on the door interrupted us.

Chris walked in, his presence sending shivers down my spine. "Chaisty, is this really how we are ending things?" he questioned, his voice booming through the silent room. The detective looked up, clearing his throat.

The room grew heavier as Chris moved closer. "Is there a chance we could talk alone?" he questioned, and the detective nodded, walking out of the door.

"Did you tell the nurses to call the police on me? I told you I didn't mean to hit you, can we just start over?" he whispered, trying his best not to be heard. "I didn't say anything, I promise," I cried out.

Before Chris could utter another word, the detective reentered the room, his presence commanding attention. With a polite smile, he kindly requested a few moments to speak with me, his focus now shifting towards me. Chris hesitated, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected interruption.
Just as the detective made his presence known, Damian walked in from behind, his hands brimming with my favorite snacks. The sight of the treats caused my eyes to widen with a mix of surprise and fear. An uneasy feeling lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room.
The sudden juxtaposition of the detective's interruption and Damian's offering created a sense of tension within me. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen.
Damian heaved a deep sigh as he placed the snacks on the side table, his voice filled with concern. "Chris, let's give them some space. They may need to ask her about the attempt," he said, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of worry.
Chris nodded in agreement, and both of them left the room, leaving me alone with the detective. As he took his place on the chair beside me, I could feel his piercing gaze on me. His eyes were filled with a story that had already answered everything he was about to ask.
"Chaisty, I know you're scared, but for me to help you, I need your cooperation," he said in a gentle but firm voice, trying to put me at ease.
I blanked out a few times before finally nodding my head, signaling my willingness to cooperate. But with each question he asked, I could feel myself tensing up, my mind racing with fear and dread.
After a few minutes of questioning, the detective finally left, closing the door behind him. The room fell silent, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
But just as I was about to sink into despair, the door slowly opened, and Damian walked in. "Hey, Chris left. He said he needed time to think," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.
I shifted my eyes towards the flimsy curtain, trying to hide my emotions. "I promise I won't let him hurt you again," he whispered, moving a little closer to me.
"How can you protect me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've known for years that this was happening, but you never stopped him," I added, my tears threatening to fall.
Damian wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a warm embrace. "I'm sorry I was a coward back then, but this time, I will protect you," he whispered, his voice filled with determination and love.