I Ran Him Over On Accident! Now I'm His Nurse!

Chapter 1

Author's Notes: I had written this story a while ago and it was on Quizilla, but I’m no longer on Quizilla. To be honest, I am sort of proud of this story, so that’s why I’m going back and tweaking a few things and re-loading it. This story was my first attempt at an OC’s POV and how she slowly descended into madness and desperation. This is not a romance or friendship story. Not at all. It’s rather dark, actually.

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Cleopatra awoke from her sleep, tears pooling in her eyes as she remembered her dream. It was a dream of her past, so dark and terrible. She couldn’t remember all the details, but she felt the fear and pain. She knew it was a dream about her abusive mother, on the night that she tried to kill her during a drunken binge.

Wiping away her tears, Cleopatra sat up in bed and steadied her breathing. That night happened years ago, when she was just ten. She was sixteen now and living on her own. She was thankful to be away from her mother, but it didn’t mean her life was any easier. The apartment she was renting was in a pretty bad neighbourhood and every night she would fear that someone would eventually break into her room and rape her.

Cleopatra was a very beautiful looking girl. Despite being just sixteen, she had the perfect figure. Or so everyone kept telling her. Even strangers in the street would stop her and compliment her on her figure. It made her a little self-conscious, though she hid it well behind her tomboyish personality.

No one knew of her pain and suffering as she hid it behind a smile and a fiery personality.

She had dark blonde hair down to her elbows and had a long fringe, which was split in half, the right half covering her right eye which had natural red highlights and the left half wrapped behind her ear. She rarely wore her hair up and had to do very little to it. All she had to do was run a brush through her hair in the morning and it was fine. Her hair was so soft and silky. It made other girls jealous.

And her eyes were grey-blue and as were as deep as the ocean. And just as powerful.

Glancing over to her clock, Cleopatra swore under her breath. “I’m going to be late again!” she yelled aloud.

She threw off the covers and stood up. She was going to be late for work. She dropped out of school last year and had been working as a waitress at a local café. She had her own car, as well. Another reason why all girls were jealous of her.

Jumping into the shower, Cleopatra quickly washed herself, dressed into her uniform and ran outside, locking the door behind her as she did. She jumped into her car and started the engine. At first, it wouldn’t start. She turned a key a few more times.

“Come on,” she hissed.

Thankfully, the car started. Cleopatra gave a sigh of relief as she backed the car out of her parking spot. She was going to be so late for work. She couldn’t afford to be late. Since living alone, Cleopatra had to look after herself. She needed this money from her job. But her boss was a real asshole and would make her work harder than she should. But being the good girl that she really was inside, Cleopatra worked as hard and as long as she was told to.

When her iPhone rang, Cleopatra leaned over to get it out of her bag. But when she did so, she took her eyes off the road. A moment later there was this bump against the front of her car. Surprised, Cleopatra slammed on the breaks, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she cursed aloud as she threw open her door and stepped out of the car. She was pretty sure that she hit something, but she didn’t know what. And to be honest she didn’t care. She was going to be late for work. Her boss will have a spaz if she turns up late again.