My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 3: Waking Up to Reality

Savannah's POV

Hours later, I awoke in a bright, white room. Doctors walked past me and I heard the strange beeps of machines.

I lifted up my head and saw no one waiting for me. I winced in pain, as tears flowed down my face. This just proves that my parents don't love me. They don't care what happens to me. I am nothing to them.

I lifted up my arm and saw a gigantic scar. I can't believe this happened to me. I could have died in the fire, but my parents would never care. It's not like I'm important to anyone.

After a couple of minutes, I sat up and saw some nurses in green uniforms. A doctor strode towards me and smiled. "It's good to see you awake. The only injury you have is a sprained wrist on your right hand and that scar from the fire," he announced, as he took out his brown clipboard and wrote some things down.

My eyes widened in relief. "Is the house fine? What about Megan and Winston?" I asked, hoping for a good answer. The doctor slowly nodded. "The kitchen is being fixed, right now. Meanwhile, Megan and Winston got out of the hospital, a week ago."

It took me a few moments for his words to register. A week? I have been out for a week?

Before I could further interrogate the doctor, he quickly left.

I looked around my room and saw some medical machines, a small tv, a brown table with my lunch, and red roses. I narrowed my eyes on the roses, wondering why I have these. I heard someone cough and quickly turned my head to see him.

"It's good, you are okay. You haven't been to school for a week, so I thought you would like some roses." he said politely and grinned at me for some odd reason.

I slowly nodded, as I stared into Griffin's blue-green eyes and got mesmerized by them. "I thought you hate me," I began, but was quickly interrupted as Griffin swiftly walked towards me and placed a finger on my mouth, to hush me.

He intensely stared at me, while I looked at him with wide puppy dog eyes. "I hate you, but I do care for you." he whispered to me, which sent chills down my spine.

He continued to search my face for answers, but eventually gave up. "I'll see you later, princess." he said sweetly.

He left me, leaving me speechless and in shock.

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Hours later, I was picked up from the hospital in my father's black limo. I was still a bit disappointed that my parents couldn't visit me nor called to make sure I was okay. I guess I'm not that important.

Tears slowly dripped down my cheeks, as I looked at my sprained wrist in a light blue cast. Winston, the butler, continued to drive the limo to my house. He only got a few burns from the fire and same with Megan.

"Are you alright, miss?" the butler asked, as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "I'm fine," I responded and gave him a fake smile, even thought I was not fine.  "It's just the pain from my wrist. That's all."

He slowly nodded, taking in what I said. He kindly responded, "If this is about your parents, you know they love you. They are just too occupied with their work."

After a few more minutes, we reach my mansion of a house. I stepped out of the car and embraced the cold wind, which caused me to shiver.

I walked into the house, taking in the smell of cookies. I bet Megan is baking cookies.

As if on cue, Megan skipped towards me and hugged me really tight. "Thank goodness you are alright!" She continued to squeeze the life out of me, but finally let go.

Suddenly, she thrust a box of cookies towards me and they were chocolate chip cookies. I looked at them with wide eyes and sniffed them. They smelled so delicious and sweet. The chocolate chips on the cookie were melting with pure sugary sweetness.

"Thank you, Megan, for these scrumptious cookies!"

"Your welcome, but eat them after dinner."

I waved goodbye to Megan and rushed upstairs to my bedroom. My bedroom was quite spacious. The walls were pastel purple and my bed was turquoise and pink. I even had a balcony, where I would sometimes paint.

I plopped onto my bed and gobbled on the delicious cookies. How could I resist them? There was no way I could eat these after dinner.

After a couple of minutes, I finished my cookies and reached my phone. Mackenzie and Caleb texted me a few times, asking if I was okay. I quickly responded to them that I was okay. Other than that, my parents did not contact me at all.

The sky became dark with bright stars, as sleep approached me. I slowly closed my eyes and dreamt of the fire consuming me.

Author's Note: How's this chapter? I really hope I'm improving in writing. If you have any critiques, comment below!

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Questions:
1. What do you think Savannah's parents do for a living?
2. Do you sympathize for Savannah?
3. Are you shipping anyone yet?

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