We lay in bed in silence, in the warmth of Andrea's bed sheets. I could feel Andrea's gentle, toasty breath stroke my right cheek. How pleasant it felt. I faced Andrea. She lay on her back, her long golden hair spread out like rays of sunlight, on her blue pillow She lay on her back, her long golden hair spread out on her blue pillow. Her right arm was tucked behind her head and her eyes were closed.
"Drea, you awake?" I murmured
"Uhm" she mumbled, her piercing ocean blue eyes fluttering open.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask me anything"
" The writer mentioned you were self-harming " I paused "Is that true?" I asked
A Moment of silence past. "Yes, it's true"
Her response left me shook and disoriented.
'Why?" I managed to blurt out. My voice was little more than a whisper.
"I can't give you an answer, because I'm not sure myself" she sighed "It felt good, I guess"
"Oh Lab" I susurrated
"No, I'm okay" she assured "I've been seeing a therapist 3 times a week for the past 3 years"
"3 years?" I murmured "I had no idea"
"I know, I kept it from you and Ko" she explained
"Why?"
"I didn't want you to know how damaged I was" she sighed "How weak I was"
"You're neither damaged Drea or weak" "Rather, what has happened to you as made you stronger than all of us" "You're the strongest person I know"
"Re, I've been cutting myself"
"Yes, but you're past that know" "You're a survivor of abuse, violence, and depression"
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?" I smiled
"Right" she laughed
"You shouldn't have been ashamed Andrea" I assured "And you shouldn't be now"
"Thank you Re" she simpered and rolled into me. I placed my arms around her thin, delicate waist.
"If you start self-harming again, tell me please because remember, I'm here to pull you back up" "Promise me you'll tell me" I pleaded
"I promise you" "I won't do that to you, not again" she murmured
I lay in bed in silence and for the first time in days, I felt truly relaxed in Andrea's arms. They shielded me from the world and the harm that came with it.
I knew we would have to face more hell tomorrow. But tonight wasn't tomorrow yet. I enjoyed the feeling and the moment while it lasted because, for all I knew, it could have been the last. We passed out quickly, we were both exhausted and we would have to face more hell tomorrow. I needed to enjoy the moment while it lasted. For all I knew, It could have been the last one.
I awoke the next day to rapping on Andrea's door.
"Drea" I mumbled half asleep
I shook Andrea's arm and she rolled over on her back groaning.
Her eyes fluttered open. "What is it?" she mumbled, squinting sleepily at me.
"Someone's pounding on the door" I whispered, "Is it the nurse?"
"What time is it?" she muttered
I glanced at the clock, it read 9:27. "It's nearly 9:30" I answered on edge. Chris would be here in 3 minutes. What would he think when he'd realize I wasn't in the room?.
"You hide under my bed and I'll figure something out, ok?"
"Ok" I nodded
I reached for my blue sweatshirt and white skirt on the dresser and crawled under Andrea's bed.I heard Lab bounce off the bed and saw her rush to the door and unlock it. The door swung open and a short, white-haired, blue-eyed nurse appeared.
"Hello Andrea!" a disembodied voice exclaimed affectionately in a high pitched tone
"Hi" I heard Andrea reply softly
"How are you feeling today?"
"My clavicle hurts when I sit up," I said briskly "It's like a sharp pain there"
"Did you take your painkillers yet?"
"No actually, the pill bottle is on the bathroom sink, could you please get them for me?" she asked "I would but it hurts whenever I move my clavicle to much" she explained
"Please stay, stay, I'll get them" the nurse assured
"Thanks" Andrea croaked "You're very kind".
As soon as the nurse headed to the bathroom to retrieve the pills, I crawled out from underneath the bed and bolted out the door. I looked back at Andrea one more time before disappearing behind the white marble wall. I darted across the hall, in bra and underwear, clutching my skirt and sweatshirt to my chest bra and underwear, holding my clothes to my chest. Luckily, the hall was vacant apart from one auburn haired, amber-eyed young male in a wheelchair, with a bag of potato chips resting on his lap. He waved heedlessly, smiling crookedly at me.
Once I shut the wooden, aluminum framed door to my room, I climbed into bed and changed into my white camisole and Victoria Secret pink pineapple panties. I took the top book from the pile of books on the shelf to flip through and read the title: Breaking Dawn - I detested the twilight saga books.
It then occurred to me that Chris wasn't there yet when he should have arrived more than half an hour ago. Then again he could have slept in and forgotten about me, stranded at the hospital (which looked more like a prison). But...there was the second alternative too. One I desperately wanted to suppress. One that involved the writer, and or, the killer. What if he'd been hurt or worse ...
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Where it all began ("Bend or Break" Book 1)
FanfictionAlisa Clarke is innocent and pure. However, she is ignorant of the shadowed and bleak realities of the town she lives in. On the other hand, Andrea Davis is a victim of the town's shadows. She is a victim of abuse and is impulsive and suicidal becau...
