Selena's POV
"Momma can I go? Please?"
"No Selena. I don't want you to get hurt, or wait in those long lines. "
Getting distracted, my little self stops jumping up and down.
"Why did you name me Selena momma?"
"I named you after a talented and beautiful singer. Her name was Selena Quintanilla. God called her home though. Her life taken by an evil woman..."
Seeing my momma get sad and look off into the distance I smile brightly.
"I want to be a singer too when I grow up momma, listen,
" I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky. Every night and d-"
"SELENA. WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THAT RACKET. GET IN HERE AND GET ME A COLD ONE"
Hearing his deep gruff voice the little me's eyes widen in fear yearning to have been able to go to the carnival just across the street but knowing playtime was over.
Momma starts shooing me inside but doesn't come in herself not wanting to get beat. I might have been small but I was a smart kid and knew what daddy was doing was wrong.
"COMING DADDY"
.............
"JUSTIN STOP!" I YELL SCREECHING WHILE LAUGHING.
He stops squirting me with the water gun only for a moment before going right back to it.
He loudly at my expense but I only glare at him. "Justin" I whine.
"Oh calm down. It-"
He's cut off by the sound of a motorcycle turning into the street. Seeing his eyes widen I frantically start towards his side of the fence and get in position to lift him over.
••••••
Feeling my eyes shoot open I start searching frantically around for something or someone.
The familiar beeping in the back told me I was in the hospital.
Flashbacks of how I got here start coming into my head. But not how I ended up here.
"Selena?"
Hearing her voice I scowl.
"Leave me"
"Selena please. Just let me help"
Ignoring her I try to figure out who actually brought me hear but my brain was foggy and my arms were stinging.
Knock knock.
A man with a white coat steps into the room.
"Oh your up. Good good. I'll call the nurse in to do your vitals. Now you do realize you can't go home right now right?"
Scowling I look up at him. Surprised to meet the eyes of what looks like a twenty-five year old.
"W-why not?" I whisper.
"Well. Your suicidal. This isn't some story where you just go home after attempting suicide. You have to go to a safe haven"
Sucking in a breath I nod.
That's understandable.
"You'll be leaving in an hour or so. Make sure none of the clothes you are wearing has wires and take out your shoe strings. "
