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Eternity:
I ran as if I were trying to push the air to the ground. It's hard to hear the noises going on from behind me, with the wind pushing past me. I don't stop until I'm positive I'm not being followed. I sit down on the ground where I stopped. I look around and notice that I've made it to the "cliff". Well that's what I call it, considering it's the only place that I can call a safe place. Nobody comes up often because you have to go through the woods to get to it. But the view is totally worth it, like you're on top of the world. Looking down on people for a change instead of opposite. Obliviously I have no problem with doing it. Obliviously it's not the first time I have. Looking at the fresh cuts and bruises mixing with the old ones. Isn't it sad when you can say your used to seeing them. Huh, it's so funny. The first time in who knows how long, I wear shorts and I'm forced to look at how ugly my skin really is. I never understood why people looked at me with pity before but I can now. Who would have thought I would be stuck pitying myself? Pitying my life. I want to blame her for everything, but I can't find the strength to do that anymore. Or maybe I don't believe it anymore. Maybe I'm starting to blame myself. I still don't forgive her though. She said she would come back. But that was 8 years ago, Sometimes I think she died, or forgot about me. Either situation doesn't involve her coming back. Sometimes I think she left me to die. It's as if she thought I wouldn't notice after a while, but she was wrong. How could I have left the only ray of sunshine disappear and not try to follow it? Well now I can't change anything that happens. All I know is if I died today no one would notice. If I just leaned over the edge just a little further....
The last thing I remember seeing was darkness, and now I'm on a bed under bright lights. As soon as I open my eyes, my head started pounding. I've only been to the hospital once, and that was a few years ago, for him. Now that I'm back, the smell of bleach and sterilization is the second thing to hit me. The first was him. How shocking, I'm injured and he still swings at me as if I were a punching bag.
"Well it's about time. I have things to do, and so do you. The house isn't going to clean itself." For once his breath doesn't reek of Tabaco and beer. Maybe he decided to clean up his act. *slap* "Did you hear me? Did you fall asleep again?" Or maybe he didn't. Figures he'd only get sober to put on an act for the strangers.
The door suddenly opens. I try to turn to see who it is, but everything hurts way too much. "Mr. Devon, could you please step outside for a moment. I would like to speak to your daughter in private." From where I laid I could see his face scrunch up with tiny hints of anger, but he didn't refuse. He came over and kissed my forehead, before walking out. A few years ago, this would have felt like a gift or reward. But now I see it as more of a threat. A warning that things can only get worse from that moment on.
"Okay" the person said once the door closed, while walking over to the other side of the bed. He was a middle-aged man. Tall with brown hair and green eyes. "How are you feeling?" I would've answered if I could explain how I felt. So, I just stared back at the strange face in front of me. "hmm. Okay says here that you fell off a ...ledge? How did that happen?" Did I really want to tell this person what I did that lead me here?
" I guess I was closer to the edge then I thought." A short answer. What's new? How did you get these new cuts Eternity? How's your dad Eternity? Why are you so quite Eternity? What's wrong Eternity? With more. Most of which I answer with "good" "fine" "nothing". And those are people I've known since I was little, so why should I start giving good answers now?
"You guess?" he gave me a "I'm not that dumb" face. Which I answered with a shrug. "Look what you say here will be safe. It might even help you become safe. That is if you're in any kind of trouble?" I opened my mouth to give my answer of "no", but he kept going." It says here your 17. You've lived with your father for your whole life and we don't have any records of a mother." He said all while looking at the clipboard in his hands. Looking up only to confirm what he said, by the look on my face. What does any of this have to do with what happened yesterday? Wait...
"Are you even my doctor? Are you even a doctor at all? Why are you really here? Who are you? And why do you care about my past and present?"
He gave me a look of amusement. He slowly put down his clipboard and looked me square in the eyes. "No, I'm not your doctor. No, I'm not a doctor at all. I'm here to talk to you. I'm detective Alex. And it only helps if I know what has happened before last night." Dear God, after all these years.... Why send someone to me now? Why send anyone at all? "My turn to ask questions." I tried to look away but I couldn't. "Why did you "fall" over the edge? What happened before you did? What type of life have you lived since she left? And who is Korenea?
