Unexpected Love.

Emotion..

I dropped the letter as a few tears rushed down my cheeks, I felt my blood begin to boil as my hands started to shake rapidly; than I broke down. I saw nothing but darkness, everything around me began to get blurry as more tears flooded my eyes and for one split second I lost my mind; my sanity. I punched my mirror that was hanging on my wall and shattered glass flew everywhere and anywhere, all my anger, sadness and pain went into that one punch. Do I regret it? No. Blood splattered across the cracked mirror, my face and drops of blood fell onto my carpet and bare feet. Sharp pieces of glass were inserted into my skin and blood gushed from my opened wound, I let the dark, devil red blood drip down my forearm as anger spread throughout my veins like a disease. I let out a loud piercing cry of pain as I dropped to my knees landing on pieces of glass beneath me, I held my arm to my chest as tears came flying out my eyes and I continued to scream in pain. Soon I heard footsteps quickly approaching me, my door was pushed open and there stood my 6'0 uncle, he noticed the situation and rushed over too me, pulling me into his embrace. I clutched onto his shirt, crying into his chest as he rubbed my back.

"Jamie get up baby, I have to get you too a hospital."

I wanted to respond but I was shaking and crying to hard to even speak, he took this opportunity to pick me up and carry me downstairs. He hurried outside to the car placing me in the passenger seat and getting into the drivers seat; I watched him take off his shirt and wrap it around my wound to prevent anymore blood lost. I watched as he pulled out the driveway and speed down the road towards the hospital, I stopped crying and whipped away my tears as I soon became light headed. Everything around was spinning and I was getting dizzy; my eyes grew heavy and I was struggling to keep them open.

"Jamie I need you to stay awake. Please." My uncle said while shaking my arm. I tried but in the end I still ended up closing my eyes and everything was black; I heard nothing nor felt anything. I was lifeless, I think I'm dead.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I woke up to the sound of the monitor beep signaling that I was alive and breathing, I opened my eyes and sat up in the hospital bed, I noticed that my hand which previously contained pieces of glass in its wound, was now closed and wrapped up tightly in a cast. I sighed deeply as I remembered what happen before I went unconscious and soon a few tears started falling from my eyes, I miss my daddy. I saw that I was connected to a whole bunch of cords and needles were inserted into me, I glanced at the door as it open and there stood my 6'0 uncle in the doorway with tears in his eyes. He noticed that I was finally awake and rushed to my bedside, he pulled me into a hug without hesitation and when he backed out, he cupped my face, turning it side to side. I guess he was checking for anymore injuries but he didn't find any, I smiled at him and wiped his tears, I was okay and there is no need to cry right now.

"Jamie are you okay?"

"Yes Chris I'm fine, please stop that crying." I said.

He smiled and stood up straight, wiping his face in the process. "I'm sorry. I thought you died on me."

"Died on you?"

"Yeah. The nurse said that due to so much blood loss that you might not make it." He said while pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"Fuck them nurses.." I mumbled under my breathe. I hate nurses, they think they know it all but they honestly don't. I glanced down at my injured hand clenching my fist tightly and I felt a burst of pain flow throughout my forearm making me flinch.

"Jay stop, that's only gonna make it worst." Chris said with a worried look on his face.

I stopped. "When can I leave?" I asked directly.

"I'm not sure.."

"Well find out because I wanna go home now.."

Chris knows that I don't like hospitals so he didn't say much, I watched him stand and walk towards the door; he looked back at me and flashed me a beautiful smile. "I still wanna know why you punched your mirror. You're not slick Jay." He said before leaving

"Shit."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as I sat back in my bed waiting for Chris to return, I thought back to what the letter had said. That doctor is a sick man and what he does to women is unacceptable, he killed my father and soon I'm gonna make him pay, he's gonna regret what he did to my daddy. I smiled at the thought of me stabbing that man to death without stopping, I'm not a cold hearted killer but I just might lose a bit of my sanity when I murder this man.

"When the one thing you love the most has been stolen from you... sometimes all you have left is revenge.."