The Broken Ones

Chapter 15

Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth

Eyes like yours, cant look away-

But you can't stop

D N A

Natalia's P.O.V

"You need to do better"

"Like i said, your feelings are bullshit and drama"

"How come Samatar is higher than you? and younger?"

"I felt so ashamed knowing my daughter couldn't do that"

"I can't wait until the day you leave me"

My eyes flew open and i immediately sat up in bed, my heart hurt, my monitor was beeping loudly, and i could barely see. My main nurse, Karen, came as soon as my monitor beeped, "are you okay?!" god was she loud, i inhaled a shaky breath, "just a dream..." which was partly true, she began to prepare one of the many shots through out the day to keep me stable. Whenever i'd have a bad dream, or my heart would just hurt out of no where, she'd make me take the shot in the blue bottle, i hated that taking that shot. Karen mentioned for my arm, and i gave it to her, i squeezed my eyes shut as the liquid was injected into my body, the feeling always gives me goosebumps.

When she was done, she marked something down on her clipboard, left me a cup of water, and walked off. I stretched my arms, took three deep breaths, and laid back down. When you've been in a hospital for four years- ( i got to stay with my family for five, with my hospital equipment of course ) -you think about death, a lot. It's not just once or twice, its every hour of everyday, it's common really, just waiting for it to come and take-

"Good morning Nat!" Mr. Cunningham walked through my hospital door with his usual loop-sided grin, interrupting my thoughts- again.

He walked over towards my countertop, where Karen had apparently left a sticky note there, i watched his face go from a delighted and joyful- to a concerned worried expression. He slowly turned towards me, "you had another one?" i slowly nodded my head, he pulled over a spare chair in the corner of the room, and sat down next to me. "Is this about your parents?" he asked, his face still full of concern, i'd switch my father for him any day. "Yes" i replied, "i just don't know what to do- their expectations are too high, my father is a prick, my mother gives absolutely no fucks about me, i can't fail, my brother is amazing and perfect, my religion tells me i need to be perfect and that i cant hate my parents no matter what they do-" i didn't even realize my voice was cracking, nor did i realize how Mr. Cunningham was so quiet. "I see..." he slowly mumbled, he got up and started to pace.

The door to my room flew open, and Karen walked in "Natalia, your mother is here to see you" I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at her, "i don't want to see her" i growled. Karen was pretty shocked at this, "but she's your mother-" "she never was, and she never will be my mother" i said, i guess i made it pretty clear i didn't want to see her, because Karen nodded and left. Mr. Cunningham sighed and rubbed his hand through his slowly graying hair, "well Nat, i uh, need to finish some paper work on a patient if you need anything-"

"I'll call you" i finished.

Mr. Cunningham nodded, and turned to open the door, an all too familiar shriek echoed through the halls "what do you mean i can't see her?? she's my daughter!" Mr. Cunningham turned at me and we locked eyes for a moment, both thinking the same thing-

Oh shit.