Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

3- Freedom

I turned slowly to face him flinching at his face, which was contorted with fury. He was holding an empty beer bottle and he slapped me across the face with it. I held onto my cheek and let out a cry from both shock and pain. He never actually hit me with something other than his fists or feet before. He grunted angrily and kicked my chest, sending my flailing across the room and crashing against the wall. I heard a bookshelf that was hanging on the wall fall and collapse to the floor. My dad towered over me and growled, "See what you did?! You broke the fucking shelf!" He punched my nose and I held it, sliding down the wall holding my nose. I crumpled against the floor and he kicked my ribs. I heard a crack and grunted, black spots appearing before my eyes. He kicked me again and I let out a scream, but soon regretted it since it angered him even more.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed and I blacked out from the pain. I remember bits of what happened; sirens wailing, my dad screaming for me to get up and when I wouldn't he running away, the front door being kicked open, me seeing the pool of blood that surrounded me and groaning, and some ambulance workers picking me up and putting me on a gurney. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up to see a truck ceiling and hearing a heart monitor beeping. I saw two worried faces of doctors staring down at me. "Hurry up!" One of them yelled. And then the blackness overwhelmed me and I passed out again.

I dreamed of Peter Pan- I know its stupid and childish and blah blah blah but I really could care less of what you think. Anyways, I dreamed I was 8 again, when my obsession of Peter Pan started. I was wearing that pretty light blue dress she wore and my hair was up in the purple-blue ribbon Wendy wore and it was curled, even though I had pin straight hair. I stared out that giant window in my room, unable to sleep. And suddenly I saw Peter's shadow. He flew through the window and I was dumbstruck by him flying. There was a little fairy flying next to him and he hold onto my hand, leading me towards the window. He smiled at me and said softly, "Run away with me Wendy. Leave your dad behind and run away with me. Have a new life, a life where we will stay in Neverland forever and be with the Lost Boys. But now you have to wake up Wendy, wake up. Wake up, wake up-"

"Wake up. C'mon we're losing her!" My eyes flickered open and I looked around to see a team of doctors running around me, pricking me with needles and sticking tubes in and out of my body. When they saw me conscious and breathing their faces looked relieved. "She's stable." One of the doctors said, and the team of them left the room. The blonde one quietly said, "Oh, you have a visitor. He'll come in in a minute." She smiled pearly white and walked out of the room, clutching her clipboard.

A visitor? A he visitor? It can't be dad, he'll be pissed off at me. He'll hurt me again. I started hyperventilating until a familiar voice spoke quietly, "Alexandria?" I turned around slowly so I wouldn't puke and saw Peyton standing in the doorway. I felt myself grin and my face glowed. "P-Peyton?" I said quietly. His jaw dropped and his eyes popped. Then I realized, that was the first time I spoke since I was 8. The last word I spoke, well sang, were the lyrics to You Can Fly, You Can Fly, You Can Fly! from the original Peter Pan movie soundtrack. I covered my mouth as my eyes widened and I smiled widely. He ran over to me and hugged me tightly. "You spoke!" he exclaimed as he enveloped me in a lung-squashing hug. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" He half screamed, trying to be loud, but failing. I laughed and he joined, chuckling musically. "I-I-" I started saying, only to be interrupted by an ecstatic Peyton. "YOU TALKED AGAIN!!!!" He screamed and jumped up and down, grasping my hand. As I felt his fingers intertwine with mine I blushed crimson red. He saw my face and chuckled softly.

He grinned cheekily at me and the group of doctors walked back in, talking amongst themselves. They shooed Peyton away and he sent me a mischievous smirk, and I knew he was going to sneak back in somehow. The blonde female doctor bent down next to me and I read her nametag, Dr. P. Dr. P smiled warmly and said softly, "I know you've been through a lot sweetie but I need to know what happened." I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I desperately wanted to tell her everything and see my dad put behind bars but I couldn't. I shook my head no and she gave me a blank piece of paper and a pen from her clipboard and handed it to me. "It may be easier to write it." She said sweetly, her voice sounded like honey dripping, gentle and soft. I wrote slowly and carefully as she and the other doctors inched forward with curiosity. I wrote slowly, trying to think of an excuse. I finally wrote, I fell off my bike and my friend carried me back to my house and thought it wasn't to bad so she left.

Dr. P sighed and shook her head, "Alexandria, we both know that isn't what really happened. Please tell us what-" she was cut off my a rough looking doctor, he said coolly "Listen, you have to tell us what happened so we can take care of you. We already know someone did this to you on purpose; we examined the wounds and figured that out. Just tell us so we don't have to go through a whole investigation and deal with a victim who won't cooperate. Tell us now." His words were frosty and covered with icicles. I slowly wrote My f but crossed it out. The man sighed and started guessing, "Your friend? Your family? Your uh... fuck buddy?" I smiled a bit at that one and he snickered too. "Hm... your father?" I tensed up and he sensed it, and he dismissed the other doctors. "Let me talk to her." He turned his attention to me, "We will find him and put him behind bars. He will never ever hurt you again." I nodded slightly and felt relief, freedom.