Loving the Hero

"You bitch! I hate you! Worthless!" Damon screamed at me. His fists slammed into my frail body. My cries of pain echoed through the cold New York alley. However, NYC doesn't seem to be full of helpful people, especially at night.

  "Stop! Please! I'm sorry!" I screamed. He punched my face, hard. Blood splattered on the ground. My nose, along with other things, gushed the red liquid.

   I whimpered weakly in agony when he pulled out a knife and started to shank me with it. My life was dripping out of me at a fast pace. Soon I'd bleed to death.

    As the pain he was inflicting upon me dulled, the glow of streetlights dimmed, his insults became whispered, a single though crossed my mind.

      I'm going to die.

 

   Suddenly the abuse, verbal and physical, ceased. My body slid down on the brick wall. I faintly heard Damon cussing at another man, who seemed to be beating the shit out of him. I softly chuckled at the turn of events as darkness overshadowed my sight.

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  I woke up in a hospital room. My head was pounding. When I looked over, a blonde haired man in a brown leather jacket was sleeping in a chair beside me. He had a busted lip and a black eye. Definitely Damon. While I was thinking, the dude woke up.

   "Wa- Oh! Hey, you okay?" he asked sleepily. I started to laugh at how cliché that was, but then my brain registered the burning pain in my throat. Immediately, aside from a pained gasp, all sound I was making ceased. The guy's face had a worried frown.

  "Seriously, you okay?" he repeated, this time concerned. Before I could do anything, a doctor stepped through the door.

   "Hi, I'm Dr. Jacks. Morning, Mr.  Jones." the doctor introduced, also greeting my savior. When the man in the white coat stepped closer, I flinched. Fear trickled through my brain, tensing up every muscle in my body, causing a slight adrenaline rush. I hated doctors.

    "It's okay. I'm just going to ask some questions." he continued, sitting in a chair opposite the dude who I had decided to call Blondie.

   "Who are you?" the doctor asked. I racked my brain for an answer. Surprisingly, the only bit of my past that I remembered was the night that Damon got his ass kicked. My name wasn't part of that memory.

     I could be whoever I wanted. Its not like I knew my name, after all, or anything about myself besides the fact that I'd been abused and someone just happened to save me. I could start over.

    "A-" I started. It came out as a painful squeak. The fact that I couldn't speak at the time became clear. Dr. Jacks handed me a pen and a piece of paper. I flinched back quickly, almost falling off of the bed. Actually, I did. Right into Blondie's arms.

   "Easy, girl, he's not gonna kill you." the blonde said with a light smile on his face. I blushed as he lifted me back up onto the white hospital bed. Taking the pen in my hand, I wrote my new name.

     Allison Mayflower

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   okay, so I'm not sure that this is good, but all authors hate their best work, right?