Broken Angel

Chapter Nine

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I'm back, guys...
So, from here on the real story starts. Things will unfortunately stay a little 'gory', because flashbacks can be very overwhelming. If you can't handle it, there's nothing wrong with that. You are most welcome to skip. I will indicate when the flashbacks end. 

Btw. You're talking  to the girl who got scared in The Maze Runner. No shame here!

Thanks for sticking with me until now. 

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"Carson, call an ambulance..." my mother choked on the blood pouring out of her mouth. "No mom, please stay with me," I cried as I dialed the emergency number. They picked up and I explained the situation, tears streaming effortlessly. The crowds were growing and growing, mainly consisting of the students from the party. They all saw me crying there, but no one came up to me - no even Ethan. "C-Carson..." my mother said, her eyes getting glossy and losing focus, her actions beginning to get slower as she got weaker and weaker. "Mom, no! No, mom! Please no, mom!" I screamed. My mother closed her eyes. I knew she didn't think she'd make it and didn't want me to see her dead eyes looking up at me. "No, someone help!" I cried as I felt her body go limp in my arms. "I-Iove you..." she stuttered before everything went silent, only my crying could be heard. 

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"You are a failure, you worthless child!" my father yelled as we returned home after the funeral. "It wasn't my fault there was a drunk driver!" I yelled back at him, my emotions getting the better of me. The next minute I was lying on the floor in pain. He picked me up, threw a punch at me, resulting in me being hurled across the room. "Speak to me like that again and soon you'll have a gravestone next to your mother's, you hear me?" he yelled at me from across the room. "I will get revenge for her, I don't love you - I never did!" he walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a six pack of beer. And that's where it all started...

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 He was holding up his phone, taking a video of me lying on the ground surrounded by my own blood on my front yard. "Adam," I called out, trying to convince myself that it was the loss of blood that was making me see things. He chuckled and came closer. "So, the truth is out, huh?" he asked. "I guess you can stop acting like the golden boy now. You don't have to lie to everyone anymore, huh?" he asked harshly. He chuckled. "Suck on that, you little piece of trash." he said turned off the camera. "Goodbye, Carson." he said and jogged off.

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(Flashback is over)

I gasped as I sat up. My eyes were wide with fright and my mouth was wide open, trying to catch my breath. I heard my name being called from multiple different directions and then held my hands to my ears. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" I screamed as their words became louder. I felt a hand touch my forearm, it gave me shivers. I looked up at the person connected to the hand and realized why I got those shivers. It was Mrs Peters. Everything became clearer now. All of the bad things and images were gone. I looked around and found myself in a hospital room. A feeling of deja vu came to me. It hadn't even been a month since the last time I was here. I looked down at my body. I was yet again in one of those weird hospital dresses. 

I hate these things! 

"Carson, how are you feeling?" she asked me, again with the clipboard. I was about to answer when a wave of nausea took over, resulting in me bending over the railing of the bed and throwing up.  I heard her gasp as I did so, my throat burning. "Oh my - Carson," she said quietly. I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw blood. I puked blood! My breathing hitched as a sob made its way to my throat. "What sort of sick joke is this?" I cried as I stayed in the same position, another wave of nausea hitting me. I threw up again.