Short Love Stories

Pond Of Beauty In Blood

"Kiddo, you're alive," a small face covered by a doctor mask.
He sat next to my bed with a large smile, I looked away and saw a bright light on the ceiling. My eyes still cloudy, everything seemed blurry, eventually after a couple minutes of staring at the bright light. The doctor leaned over me, in his turquoise scrubs. He propped me up with the many pillows and covered me with another blanket. He turned my face slightly to face him.
"Talk to me...,m-m-m-aaa-rrr-i, your name?" he asked with a smile.
"Marianna Fleur Norton," I mumbled back, forcing my eyes to stare into his.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, "My name is Doctor Grios."
"Hi," I mumbled again, "I am feeling a little dizzy, and nauseous though."
"Excellent," Dr. Grios said a little less friendly.
I gave him a smile, the most genuine one I could manage.
"What happened to me?" I asked with a sad smile.

"You passed out in a you went out with your family. Your dad said you were nauseous and tired, so he took you outside to make sure you were doing well. You have a nasty bruise on your face and your forehead looks is getting better. You've been in a coma for two weeks, sweetheart. Your mom and dad was grief stricken, but I want to know, do you remember anything from that night? When you reached the hospital last night, a police officer noticed that your cheek didn't look like you had hit on the sidewalk. It looks and appears to be that you were slapped, or hit with force that may have caused you into a coma," he said, "In fact I have the police officer available for you, he's in the other room with your father who's speaking about what happened. You were with your dad, which could be the possible chance of him hitting you. Now, tell me, what happened that night."

I stared at him, and tried to remember, all I could see was the beautiful flowers and the voice "hello beautiful." The red lights and my dad all blurry, my mom was crying in Forest's shoulder, and suddenly all the pictures came together. All of the pieces floated together, my dad yelling, his hand slapping me in the face. In anger, he yelled, because his other daughter mentioned about my cutting. So well for that Dad, but why would I want my dad in jail for slapping me. Skylar and Syrus would most likely hate me, just because I sent their favorite parent away. I did know however, Syrus liked Mom, every child in the family preferred Mom. Everyone loved Ben and his son, Filip. Ben and Filip were on a plane now to visit his fiancé who he could not be far from. Ben was out, he probably did not hear about the accident as Doctor Grios referred to it as. This was no accident, it a purposeful slap to my face. I reached a hand up and felt my long blond hair. My blue eyes one again piercing the light.
"I remember getting slapped by my father," I said with a stern cold voice.
"Is that so?" Doctor Grios said with creased brow.

"Yes, I remember, that very night he was yelling at me, because my sister Skylar told my mom, I was cutting again. He was angry I suppose, because my mom knows I hate him, and she did not know what went down that afternoon. He told me I was not supposed to live anymore, after I numerously told him. I just wanted help, maybe he would accept that, because he always reminded me that I was stupid and not smart," I replied with a serious voice.

Dr. Grios drew in his breath, and breathed out loudly. He placed his gloved hand up to his forehead and rubbed it a bit. He straightened his scrubs and waved slightly, as a goodbye and shut the door behind him.

The morning sun crept into the room, it was sunlit, quite beautiful, the rays of sun bouncing off the walls, alike my room at home. My phone lay on the table next to my hospital bed. I reached over to it, and when I got a good view of the table, my eyes cleared more, and I could see mounds of flowers, candy, and get well cards from my friends and family. My aunt was home, Aunt Bella and her husband, Nathan. My cousins, Sylia, Nely, and Phobe, were over too, I could their handwriting on one of the flower bunch and a candy box. I smiled sadly, how said would they be when they figured out that their cousin cut and was suicidal? I knew Aunt Bella married Uncle Nathan at twenty nine. However, she and Uncle Nathan had Sylia and Nely before the marriage. Phobe was born a year after the wedding exactly. This meant that Sylia and Nely were fourteen, thank goodness, they must have grown, while little Phobe was eleven. I drew my phone to my face and looked at the many notifications and messages from concerned friends and family members. The door opened and I smiled, thinking it was Dr. Grios. It was not, however, it was a police officer. His hair was short and his hat was being held with his left hand. He was a skinny police officer, quite young, perhaps twenty six. He smiled friendly at me and when he sat in the chair Dr. Grios sat in, he shook my hand.