Broken (Edited edition)

Fear

I can't remember anything from last night, but I wake up in my bed.  A soft blanket is covering me, and I'm shaking.  My mind is going a thousand miles per hour, thinking about how much I've gone through in the past two months.  Being bullied, and having to go through so many conversations.  I shut my eyes, and continue to shake.  I'm scared, I'm really scared.  If I had been hit more in the head, I could've been killed.  Trauma to the head can cause serious damage to the brain, and can cause death if hit in just the right place.  I whimper a little bit, and dig my head into the mountain of pillows on my bed.

I'm asleep for maybe another minute, when I hear a knock on my door.  I don't respond, and there's another knock.  I hear my door open, and then someone shaking me slightly."  Lyca!  Come on, it's time to get up."  He says, and I open my eyes slightly.  He smiles softly at me, and I give him a small smile."  Your appointment's at nine, so you have time to take a shower."  He says, and I nod.  He helps me out of bed, and he says he has to check my check wound.  He pulls the bandage off slowly, and touches it slightly.  It stings a bit, and he says it's going to leave a scar."  It won't bother me."  I tell him, and he has a little smile on his face."  I guess it wouldn't."  He says, and we both start laughing.  Laughing feels ancient to me, and it fills me with warmth and happiness."  Okay, I'll be downstairs if you need me."  He says, and leaves the bathroom after putting a new Band-Aid on my cheek.

I take off my clothes, and turn on the water to warm.  I hop into the shower, and wash my body down.  I'm facing the shower, and turn around so I can get my hair wet.  My shoulder wound hurts like hell, but it doesn't bleed.  I wash my hair quickly, and turn off the water.  I dry myself poorly, and pull on my clothes.  Black skinny jeans, blue Converses, Red hoodie, and gray beanie.  My hair is wet still, but I just stuff it into the beanie.  I walk down the stairs, and wait for Mark.  He's getting a bag, and filling it with some papers and notebook sheets."  What are those?"  I ask, and he looks up."  These are your medical records and some notes from Andy."  He says, and I nod.

He places his hand into mine, and we walk to the car."  Now, I was told that I can't be in the room with you.  She'll read your papers, then come in to check your scars and such."  He says, and I nod."  Everything's going to be okay Lyca, I promise."  He says, and puts his hand on my shoulder as he drives.  He drives to the doctor's office, and we walk in just on time.  The lady behind the glass says that the doctor is waiting for us.  Mark follows me behind the big gray door that opens for us, and we meet the doctor.  She's really tall, and is very tan."  Hello, I'm Mrs. Johnson.  I'm your doctor for today, if you would Lyca I would like you to wait in the Checkup room."  I head toward the room she told me to wait in, and Mark smiles at me."  It's okay Lyca, I'll be right outside."  He says, and I nod.  I shut the door behind me, and look into the room.  The room is cold, and I'm freezing.  There's a table with paper on it, two chairs, a desk with a computer, and a small counter with medical supplies.  I sit in the chair in the farthest corner, and pull my legs up to my chest.

A nurse comes in to see me, and says that she'll be taking some vitals."  Would you mind sitting on the table please?"  She seems way too happy, and kind of bothers me.  I sit on the table, and she smiles at me.  She checks my ears, heart, eyes, and also lungs."  Okay, lift up your sleeve please."  She says, and I pull my sleeve up a bit."  Little more dear."  I pull my sleeve up until it's above my elbow."  Okay, I'll take a blood sample now.  She reaches into a drawer, and pulls out a needle.  My heartbeat rises, and my breathing quickens.  The nurse looks over at me, and I look at her."  Lyca?"  She asks, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I hear voices shouting, then feel cold.  I feel my blood turn to ice, and my nerves freeze up.  Needles, just like knives, is one of my worst fears.  I hate sharp objects, I hate them so much.  A memory comes to mind of why I hate them so much.  Todd woke me up one morning, and told me he needed to give me something.  He didn't explain it, he just told me that it was for his business.  He basically held me against the floor, and took a needle to my neck.  It hurt like hell, and I was screaming for at least two days from the pain.  Todd had to lock me in his bedroom for the two days, and muffled me with turning the TV up.