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Imperfect

"You are loved when you're born and will be loved when you die, in between you just have to manage."

I heard voices I couldn't identify, I tried to open my eyes but then I couldn't. It was as if there was some strange force compelling me not to. I stayed like that for God know's how long until the voices somehow became faint. Suddenly, I felt some kind of weight on me and I was finding it hard to breath. I felt the adrenaline rise in me and I don't know where I got the energy from but then my eyes open and I blink at the sudden impact of the light.

My vision is blur but then I can identify my attacker before me; the horrible villain of my perfect fairytale (ok scratch that). It would be a fairytale if only there was a princess but since there isn't you can call it my I'd-wish-for-it-to-be-a-prefect-fairytale life but one thing you should know is that my life isn't perfect, well it's far from being perfect.

I instantly feel disgusted and there I decide to do what I haven't had the courage to do in ten years but then my body wouldn't budge, I feel numb. Sensing my struggle, the woman before me, yeah a woman, the one i don't consider to be my mother let out a laugh, a sinister laugh; something the wicked stepmother of snow white wouldn't even be able to match up. I know because my sister sometimes forced me to watch it with her.

I look directly into her eyes, those green eyes I wish I never inherited and I for sometime I thought I saw pain in them but hell no I was completely mistaken, how can she feel pain? What I saw was anger. That didn't move me because I was used to it, I saw it everyday for eight freaking years.

I look round the room and then I notice that the couch had only one cushion, maybe the couch really did have only one cushion. For the second time I was wrong, she had tried to smother me because I saw she tried to hide the other cushion at her back.

"I've already seen the cushion Martina, there's no need trying to hide it " I say getting slightly angry because i say the latter part through clenched teeth. I just want to rip her head off, fuck respect to femininity.

"I was just making your exit out of the world easy, I know you're not man enough to do it" she says shrugging nonchalantly.

In my head I am throwing daggers at her, why can't I bring myself doing it physically, again fuck respect to femininity. The door immediately flings open and then a young nurse with her black hair tied in a ponytail walks in.

"Oh Mrs. Reneau you're here" she says with a nod.

"Yh, I just wanted to make sure my son is comfortable" she says shaking the cushion in her arms. My eyes widen at her declaration and she smirks .

"You're such a caring mother" the nurse smiles.

"Anything for my son" she adds in a chirpy tone.

I yawn to show how bored i was and the nurse glances at me and realises I was conscious.

"Oh you're awake now, lemme just check some details and then call the doctor yeah" she says to me with a lovely smile. Gosh! I need that pretty often I thought.

I watch as Martina walks out after her supposed plan had failed. I let out a scoff and my attention is drawn to the nurse once more.

"Anyways my name is Deborah, you can call me Debbie, I'm the nurse in charge of you" she says then proceeds in flashing me toothy grin. I notice she has dark brown eyes as she bent to adjust my pillow.