The Way Home (A Cimorelli Fanfic)

Chapter 1

'Ahhhh!' I wake up in my bed. Panicking. My shirt is wet from sweat and I feel the warm drops roll from my forehead onto my torso. I realize I'm breathing really fast so I try to get out of my bed. The sheets stick to my legs from the sweat, I feel my arms getting weak. I fall on the ground. My lungs feel like they're going to implode, even though I'm getting enough oxygen. I close my eyes.

This is it. I'm going to die.

With the last energy my body provides my arms I crawl to the writing desk, I reach for my medicine which is on top of it and I feel the syringe against my fingertips. My left arm, on which I'm now putting my full weigh, is shaking from the effort it takes.

I can't reach it and my body is too weak to stand up.

I try one more time. I push myself up against the writing desk and quickly grab the syringe. I fall onto the ground, but I have the medicine. I search for a vein in my left arm, I feel the cold needle piercing through my skin and I inject the medicine.

The next hour I'm laying on the cold hard ground until my breathing reaches a normal tempo and I can use my arms. I push myself up and sit against the wall, waiting for my legs to work again. They always take the longest. Every time I have an attack I have to wait for my stupid legs.

'Lyanna! Get up now and start cleaning the whole fucking house!' I open my eyes and see that I'm still sitting against the wall. A woman is standing in front of me ...my mother. 'Do you think you can sit there the whole day? Get your lazy ass downstairs!' She yelled at me and gave my legs a kick. 'Did you have one of your little attacks again?' Then she notices the empty syringe. 'You injected yourself? Do you even know how much money they cost! You shouldn't have done that, your father will be very mad about this.' She screamed at me and takes my arm. My mother drags me downstairs, luckily my legs are working so my shoulder doesn't dislocate like last time.

'Jake! She took medicine last night!' My mother sounds very enthusiastic and I already know what's coming. 'Well, do you think I have a tree full of money? You have to sit your attacks out, we only buy those syringes once in a while so the doctor doesn't suspect anything.' My father grabs both of my arms and I cringe from the pain. He grabbed exactly on the bruises from last time. 'Oh no, do your bruises hurt? Maybe if I gave you some more you wouldn't feel those old ones anymore.' He slaps me across my face, punches me in my stomach and throws me on the ground. He starts to give me some kicks, but my mother stops him. 'Jake, don't kick her it doesn't work, you already tried that last time. Use this.' I turn my head and see my mother giving him a knife. 'You're right Bella, maybe this will work.' He grabs me and places me on a chair. 'Hold her, she's not going to like this.' Says my father, my mother grabs my hands and put them behind the chair. 'Are you going to listen and not take those syringes next time you have an attack?' My mother asks me. 'No, if I don't take my medicine I'll die. You know that.' I answer her and my father smirks at me. 'Wrong answer.' He says and takes the knife. He cuts my shirt off my body and places the knife onto my right shoulder. 'Are you going to listen?' He asks me and I look him straight in the eyes. 'No.' I tell him and he pierces the knife into my skin. My father starts the draw a line from my right shoulder, across my chest and stops above my left breast. I scream in pain, unfortunately nobody hears me because he puts his hand on my mouth. 'Shut up you worthless piece of shit.' I start to scream louder. 'Jake, let's stop for today, otherwise the neighbors will find out.' My mother says to him. 'Alright, but you better tell not anyone about this bitch.' He points to the red line across my chest and I nod. My father removes his hand and I stand up. I quickly ran upstairs, to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see the blood dripping on the sink. I clean my wound and put on a grey oversized hoodie, black skinny jeans and a black beanie. I walk into my bedroom and sigh.