Royal's Academy: Cinderella

Chapter 4 ~ They Aren't All Bad but Most Are

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I really, really hate nurse’s offices, you know what scratch that I despise them. They remind me way too much of hospitals. It just freaks me out, all the sick people in one place. Did they ever think that might make them sicker? I mean, I understand they must go somewhere when you feel sick but do the injured have to go there to? No one was in here except the nurse and I but what if there was someone who had the flu and I got sick because of them. It wasn’t fair, there should be a whole separate thing for the injured. Well, honey, life’s not fair. I’m sorry to tell you that but by the way your stepmother and sisters treat you, I thought you would have figured it out. My mother said, her voice ringing in my head.

That reminded me of the other reason I hated hospitals. My mom died in one, I was sitting right next to her when the heart monitor flat lined. I cried so hard, yelling at the doctor’s to make her feel better. My dad cuddling me, telling me everything would be okay, but his voice was distant like he wasn’t there himself. I let myself weep in his strong arms, ignoring the nurses and doctors sympathetic looks. They saw this everyday though, they never knew the pain themselves. The pain of losing someone you love and care deeply about. It’s worse when you’re only 11, having a loving mother and father then having someone come and rip it away from you. No one understood, especially the nurses and doctors with their fake sympathy and compassion. I wanted to strangle that someone but I knew it was only the fates. That’s what I called them because while I do enjoy fairy tales I also like mythology and that was the name.

The fates decided when you died by cutting a string but why did they have to cut my mothers so soon. Though I already knew, she was dying from cancer. They warned us six months prior but I didn’t believe them. Secretly, within myself, I prepared a cushion that would protect me from the fall but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know it would hurt so badly, affecting my entire life. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I knew I had to stop thinking about it or I would really start crying. I had to admit though, this wasn’t so bad, and the nurse was relativity new so she was okay much better than the old nurse.  I introduced myself so she could pull up my file. Then, I explained what happened though I may have twisted the story so it looked like I just tripped. She led me into the girls’ room to sit down then inspected my ankle. She put an ace bandage on it and gave me ice too.

She informed me kindly, “You know, you really hurt your ankle, that’s why you get the ace bandage. You actually almost broke your foot but it’s only fractured.” She sighed and looked at me, “And, I know that you didn’t just trip over your feet. Now, I need you to tell me what really happened, did someone purposely do this to you?”

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes that she would just let it go but I saw she would let me leave until I gave her an answer. I sighed and my eyes looked at the rest of her face, she had vibrant red hair and icy blue eyes. She couldn’t have been more than 25 maybe 26, probably fresh out of college. I wondered why she would ever want to become a nurse, much less a school nurse. I sighed again and looked at her face, I knew I couldn’t lie to her, “My stepsister Hayley, accidentally, tripped me.”

“Oh, I see, a family thing,” She nodded, “Do I need to call your mother about this?”

My face turned hard and fell, I whispered, “You can’t. My mother is no longer alive she died of cancer. I live with my father, stepmother and two stepsisters.”

I guess she hadn’t been expecting that because she looked at me sadly and with pity. She said kindly and gently, “Oh, my mother died as well. I was a little older than you, she died saving a little girl from a fire. I know how you feel, you may think I don’t but I used to think that way too. I thought everyone else didn’t understand and that they were just saying things to be nice. But I found there is always one person I could talk to, my best friend, Abigail. But she moved away just a few years ago.” She looked away sadly. I put my hand on her shoulder even though she was trying to comfort me.