The Emptiness

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I tried to open my eyes but I was blinded by a white light. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt around but my body was numb.

I adjusted to the light and opened my eyes. I was in a hospital room.

Everything was white, except the heart moniter. I was breathing steadily. I looked around and saw Amy, who gasped and started to cry and some guy.

I got a closer look. It was the guy who had raped me. I pushed away from him as Amy wrapped her arms around my broken body.

"Im so, so, so, so, so sorry!" she screamed. I whispered that it was okay and let a few tears slide out of my eyes.

I frowned as she pulled away and pointed to Andy. "Snow this is Andy. Andy was checking the rooms and found you there. You're lucky he brought you here or you might not be alive," Amy explained and tossed a fistfull of curly hair over her shoulder.

I nodded and looked away as Amy got a phone call. She excused herself from the room and closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, Andy got very serious. He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and turned to me. "You tell anyone I raped you and you can say goodbye to your family. And then your friends. Clear?"

I gulped and nodded quickly. He mumbled something incorherent and put his pocket knife away. Amy walked back in with the doctor who smiled at me.

The doctor was quite handsome. He had dark hair and dark eyes with very tan skin. "Hi Snow." He shined a light in my eyes and checked my ears.

"Whats the verdict?" Andy asked. I got a close look at him. He had a branding mark on his neck. I scowled slightly and kept looking. His eyes were the color of a deep ocean and his hair made night turn away in defeat. He closely resembled a model that my sister had working with once. His name was Alex Mckee.

"Scratches and bruises. Broken fingers and wrist. She has some type of gang sign carved into her thigh. Damage to her head. One broken rib. Fatal cuts right here that needed stitches," he lightly touched part of my cheek and touched above my ear. "Vaginal damage." The doctor said lastly. "Atleast that the most of it. There's more."

I shook my head and stared down at the cast on my wrist. The doctor turned to Andy.

"Excuse mister, when you found her what did she look like? You found her right?"

Andy cleared his throat and sat up. "Yes. She had blue lips and was slumped up in a ball. She had ugly bruises all over her. That's about it," he said easily. It was like he had been practicing all day. Maybe he had.

The doctor -Dr. Martin, atleast that was was he name tag said- nodded and scribbled down something on the clipboard in his hands.

The doctor chuckled after a moment of silence. "We weren't expecting you to be up so early. You've only been asleep for a few hours."

I gave a half-hearted, nervous smile back. But inside, all I was thinking was, why did I survive? Just so I could be enslaved and tortured by a gang member? I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head and swallowed the lump in my throat. Amy started the waterworks again.

"Stop crying, Amy," I croaked and she let out a nervous giggle that was slightly clouded by her sobs. "Im still here," I purred lightly to sooth her.

I glanced at Andy her was watching me intently as he bit his nails. His black painted nails that were on their way to being chipped. My eyes trailed up to his well-built biceps that you could cleary see through his muscle shirt, along with his defined six pack.

Amy looked at me through her tears and smiled. "You're a great friend, you know?"

"Yeah," I mumbled and toyed with my cast.

"Well." Doctor Martin clapped his hands loudly, making me flinch. "Cheif Herago is about to come in and question you a bit about... what happened." He motioned towards the door, "So you guys have to leave."

Great, I thought to myself. That's what I fucking need. The cops. Yay. Can't wait.

Andy and Amy stepped out of the room. Surprising a lady stepped in the room right after they left. She had long platinum blonde hair that was neatly straightened, green, almond-shaped eyes lined with black eyeliner and brown eye shadow, and a slim figure that her police uniform clung to like a second skin.

She was holding a blue notebook in her hands and a green bag was promptly placed around her shoulder. "Hi, Skye. Skye, right?" I nodded. "I get off my shift right after this so Im just going to get changed in the bathroom." A silent yes escaped my lips. I was jealous. So, very jealous.

I bent my wrist and cried out softly in pain. I bent my wrist for punishment. Punishment for thinking that this women had it way better than me.

Cheif Herago emerged from the bathroom with tight black pants and a cream ruffle top. I scowled slightly and looked out the window. She sat down in the seat Andy was sitting in and opened up her notebook. She took out her pen from her pocket and scratched my name down.

"So Skye? What's your full name?"

"Skye Delilah Grey," I answered with more confidence than I really had.

She asked me questions like "What happened the day you were raped?" or "When were you born?" or "What'd the rapist look like?" I made up something for the last one. I answered the rest the best that I could and she thanked me for the time.

As she walked out the door, I heard her say "Australian, right?" I nodded quickly while she giggled and stepped out of the door.

I watched her bony hands close the white door and Amy enter again with my step-sister, Haylei. Haylei was a gorgeous 5'9" girl with pink hair and brown eyes. She was in her mid-twenties. I could tell she was in a hurry due to her obviousl lack of makeup and poor chosen clothes. She wore lightly blue flare jeans and a loose YMCA t-shirt that she tied back with an elastic. Her hair was thrown up in a loose bun and she had her pink and purple Nikes on. I gagged in my mind, knowing Haylei should and would never where that without there being an emergency.

I brought my good hand up to my greasy hair and ran and hand through it and then rubbed the smudged circles of eyeliner and eyeshadow underneath my eyes. "Hi," I mumbled and waved slightly.

She stared at me, eyes wide, tears streaming down her pale face, creating stains of red that ended at her jaw. I moved a little in the bed, and shut my eyes tight do to inexplanible pain. I opened my eyes slowly and watched her body shake with a sob.

She ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my broken, bruised, and beaten body.

"Im so. So. So. So. So. Sorry." I rolled my eyes slightly, tired of everyone apoligizing.

"It's not your fault," I whispered. Haylei licked her thumb and brushed it under my eye. I guessed there was makeup there. She let one tear drip out of her eye and grabbed my hand.

"I'm your older sister. Everything is my fault." I almost laughed and then realized that my parents, other friends, and boyfriend hadn't visited me. The emptiness stung at my heart as I drifted off to a lonely sleep.