Broken

Chapter 3: Secrets

I opened my eyes slightly. The light blinded my vision and I squinted. My body ached. My ears rang at a high pitch frequency. I tried to shake it off but I couldn't. I moaned while hard, crusted tears stained my face. I sniffled, that hurt. I laid staring up at the ceiling remembering last night.

I closed my eyes.

I was being dragged away. Far, far away. I don't know where I am.

I wondered what Devan was thinking. What Collins was thinking. What Annika would do when she found out.

My breaths were uneasy and uneven. One breath consisted of like three.

I took one deep breath and it burned. I wanted to cry, but I didn't have anymore tears to cry. I was too weak.

I was just stripped away from everything. I was stripped away from the best things that had ever happened to me. My parents were never there. But Devan's family always was. I was always with them. My parents didn't want to take me to school. So, I was homeschooled with the boys. I loved it. They're my happiness. I love them so much. And now I don't know when I'll see them next. I never kept a secret from them.

Well...

Maybe one.

Abuse. Yeah. I was abused. More by my father than my mother. My father raped me. That's how James came along.

So he is my son.

James.

JAMES!

My eyes shot open. I tried to get up but I was chained down. I tried lifting myself, and I was defeated. I was so drained.

I tried to scream but nothing came out. My throat scratched."Please." I croaked out.

Someone opened the door.

"Hello." The man said.

My vision blurred. My eyes were red and my forehead scrunched.

"Hi." I cracked. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Your in an adoptive home." He responded. The white figure sat in the metal chair next to me.

My eyes widened.

"Where's my brother?" I asked quickly.

"Oh James? He was placed in a boys home." I felt like I was punched in the gut.

"No! You can't separate us!" I tried to yell, but my voice screeched.

"Where are my parents?" I hoarsely whispered.

He took a deep breath, "we don't know." My heart sank.

"I knew it." I whispered under my breath.

"I need to get to my brother." I said, forgetting I was chained.

"You don't have the strength, honey." A woman said. The figure walked in from the door. My vision was fuzzed over.

I tried but she's right, I'm weak.

"That's why your in the hospital now." She said. My vision suddenly focused in. My eyes burned. I tried to rub them but I couldn't. I smelled the alcohol. I looked to my right and an IV pierced my arm.

My stomach suddenly rose to my throat.

Oh gosh.

The doctors quickly got up and got a bucket.

I puked. But it burned. I looked down. Oh yeah. Cause it's blood. Great.

I moaned and leaned back.

"You're little brother is getting the proper nourishment he needs." The woman said. I scoffed.

First of all, he's my son. Second of all, he was fine in my care! I yelled in my head.

My eyes were heavy.

I looked at the tile ground. It was an off white color. The bed sheets were crisp and soft. I heard the steady beep of my heart monitor.

Is it really that bad?

"Sweetie, we have two men here that want to talk to you about your parents." The woman said. I freaked.

They walked in. The stood at the foot of the bed. One leaned against the counter. It had tons of jars on it with cotton and other doctor paraphernalia.

"Hello, Miss Hazel." The man said. I nodded.

I was beginning to burn.

"Your parents," he began and I already broke down.

The beeping slowly sped up.

"She's going into induced shock!"

I tired to hold on, but I couldn't. My whole life flashed before my eyes. All the pain, all the sorrow, all the darkness. But the last thing I saw was Devan, Collins, Annika, Kate, James. I mentally smiled. But I couldn't hold it much longer. Darkness.