Dark Light

Chapter 11

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

I threw up from the nausea and still sobbed. He hated me. He rejected me. He used me, and then threw me away like a piece of garbage. Every word he said replayed in my mind over and over. No one loved me. No one could love a dark light.

I heard voices. I whimpered and curled into myself. A gentle hand touched my back.

"Are you okay, darling?"

I sniffled and tried to look up, but the world was still spinning. I quickly went back down. My stomach still throbbed from where he kicked me.

"There's barf next to her."

"Barf? She might be sick."

"How'd she get here?"

"I don't know. I didn't see her coming earlier."

"I'll pick her up. We should get her to a medic."

"Sounds good."

Strong arms came under me and lifted me up. I whimpered and curled even tighter into myself.

"She's afraid, Theo."

"Yah, I got that, Ed. You want to carry her?"

"No. You're doing a great job at it."

I just shut my eyes and tried to block both male voices out. I groaned when the one carrying me took off, and I almost barfed on him. I was soon laid on a bed, and light hands touched my forehead. I ignored the voices and let the welcome blackness take over.

A warm smile awaited me when I awoke. A wrinkled old woman was smiling at me. I frowned. Where was I? Where was- oh. I cussed profusely in my head and cringed as his words crashed upon me once again. I closed my eyes, willing the blackness to come back. It didn't.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Came the warm voice. "It's okay, you are safe here."

I opened my eyes again and looked her in the eye. I nodded hesitantly. No one has ever loved you. I sat up and looked around. The first thing I saw were the woman's wings. They were smaller than any others I had seen and seemed to be made of pure gold. Then, I noticed that I was in a light blue room with a large window looking out to a garden.

She was still smiling. "What's your name, dear?"

I didn't want to be rude. I opened my mouth. Maybe someone in there can love a piece of trash like you. I clamped it back shut and shook my head.

She looked perplexed. "You don't have a name?"

I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself, burying my head into my knees.

She gently patted my head. "It's okay if you don't want to talk, honey. I'll just call you Honey until I get a name."

I don't love you. I nodded into my knees. I heard the door open and hugged myself tighter.

"Is she okay?" said one of the two voices that found me.

"She is all right physically but for a few old bruises and some mending ribs that I already healed. Mentally, she seems distressed."

Footsteps came closer.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asked.

I nodded.