Lana Parrilla Saved Me

What the hell did I just do?

Lana's pov

Christie was taken away from us for a while to be checked over for fresh cuts. We didn't like that we couldn't go with her but she had to get used to it, because she wasn't going to have us for a long time. The nurse took her hand and she looked to me. I nodded to let her know it was okay and I would be here waiting to say goodbye. She looked forward and left the room. 

'It's been nice meeting you. I think it's best you go now, okay?' Said the doctor as he walked into the room.

'What? Why? I'm not leaving my daughter until I say a proper goodbye!' Her mum demanded, with a tone of red appearing on her face.

'Yes, that's right. What are you even talking about?' Her dad's opinion followed.

'We think it's best that Christie doesn't have the added stress of having to say goodbye to you' he said looking falsely apologetic.

'Why?' I said simply with a dull tone. I already knew the answer.

'Because of her state of mind. The root of her-' he hesitated and cleared his throat. 'The root of her problems is stress, and having to say goodbye is going to make her recovery worse'.

'Okay. If you think it's best, we'll trust you' said Christie's mum acceptingly.

'We will do it' her dad followed.

They accepted the idea very quickly, which I found strange. Still to this day I think Christie not having the chance to say goodbye definitely hindered the speed of her recovery in the institute. She should have definitely had the chance or choice to say goodbye. I was angry with the choice they made but I stayed quiet. I didn't understand how they thought that would be beneficial to her. We sat there and waited while someone went to get a sheet for her parents to sign making her admission and release of the institute official. While they signed it, I thought about why I was there with them and if they even wanted me there. I really thought about it and I came to the conclusion that I was nothing but a stranger to them. I know Christie had known about me for three years or so, but to her parents, I was just someone their daughter obsessed over. Then I felt incredibly grateful for them to give me the chance to help Christie get better. 

'You best go now, she is nearly done' said the doctor.

I took a deep breath and kept my opinions to myself. I followed her parents out but I tried to take my time. I wanted to stall so Christie could see me and I could tell her I was sorry. We were nearly at the car and I heard screaming. I looked behind me and it was her. Christie was screaming my name. The guards grabbed her arms and she went silent. She just looked me dead in the eyes. She didn't look sad, nor did she look angry. She was emotionless. 

On the way home, I was so frustrated with myself for leaving her in that state. Her parents were quiet and it was a tense journey. The whole way back, one question was going around in my head. 'What the hell did I just do?'