Finding You

Chapter eight: Why?

Paisley's POV:
Miss Willow was sleeping on the couch on the far side of the room when I screamed. I actually sat up and didn't realize. It hurt like hell though. I laid back as she grabbed her glasses and sprinted to my bed side."What's the matter baby?" She frantically asked,"Does something hurt? Are you okay?" I took a deep breath. It was only a dream P. You're okay. "I'm fine Miss Willow," I say calmly, "It was just a dream." Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Paisley you are not gonna...here come the tears. I started sobbing very very loudly. Miss
Willow looked so shocked. She was so very confused but I couldn't talk to her. I can't talk to anyone. I cried louder now wailing like I was in pain. I was in pain not only physically but emotionally. Why did he have to be my dad? Why was I overweight? Why do I have so many problems? Why did my momma leave me? Miss Willow ran her delicate fingers through my hair. She didn't know what do say, nor did she know what to do. She just sat there silent letting me cry, running her fingers through my hair. I started to dry my tears quickly after realizing she was comforting me. "You can go back to sleep now," I said quickly pushing her away. She looked at me upset. "Alright dear..." she trailed off waiting for me to change my mind, "wake me if you should need me." She sighed and walked back to the couch. I watched her as she laid down, turned over, and fell gracefully back to sleep. I laid there staring at the ceiling. I didn't wanna go back to sleep. I couldn't! What was that man gonna do to me?! Was anyone gonna save me?! Who even was he?! All I care is that I couldn't fall back asleep. It was about midnight by now. There was an analogue clock on the wall but I couldn't read it's dial. I sat there in the dark. The remote was next to me, but I wouldn't move to grab it. Silence. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Then I start the waterworks up again. Only this time I wept silently so I wouldn't wake anyone. Why did my momma leave me? Was I not enough? Did she not want me? Did my dad do the same things he does to me to her? Tear after tear fell down my pale face, as I sat awake in the dark alone. Suddenly a young woman walks into the room. She dims the lights to not wake Miss Willow, but enough so she could see my puffy red face. "I'm Courtney," she said kindly, "I'm going to be your nurse for the duration of your stay." She looked at me smiling. Then frowning. "What's the matter?" She asked me. I began to cry again. She isn't going to care any about me! Why do they even bother ask! I cried louder but Miss Willow was still knocked out on the other side the room. She came to my bed side and gave me a hug. A gentle loving hug. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and cried into her left shoulder. She just sat there rubbing my back. She squeezed me tighter, like she wanted to squeeze the sadness out of me. I wanted her to. I didn't wanna be sad anymore. "Let me check your vitals, and what do you say we go on a walk around this floor?" She questioned. I shook my head yes. She then hooked something to my arm and finger to take my blood pressure. After that she took my temperature and I was done. She also gave me my medicine to help with the pain. It was a tiny white circular pill. Then she helped me stand up. I held tightly onto the IV machine. Then she opened the door for me to fit through. She shut the door lightly behind her. Then we started to walk. "What's the matter lovely?" She asked. I just stared ahead trying on to fall and hurt myself. "You're too pretty to be so quite and cry all those worthless tears," she said complimenting me. I giggled at her. She smiled and let all her front teeth show. I smiled back. "I had a really bad dream," I told her shyly. Then my mood drained and I just looked forward again. "What about?" She asked. "About my father sending someone to rape me since he couldn't get out of jail," I cried. She then pulled me to a window side bench. She hugged me again this time tighter. "Why is your father in jail?" She sat patiently waiting for my response. "He has been abusing me since I was old enough to remember, and Miss Willow...the woman in the room has seen it for a long time," I said lightly through my tears. She looked at me so surprised. "Miss Willow had enough and called the police and he was arrested yesterday," I finished my thought and then sat there hugging her back. "So your mom...what happened to her?" She questioned me. "I don't remember anything about her," I said, "I don't remember what she looks like, sounds like, who she is! I've lived in New York with my dad since I was three." She was stunned yet again. She squeezed me again really really tight. She really does care Paisley. Let her in. I hugged her back because I felt her tears fall onto my shoulder. I hugged her back just as tight. When she'd risen from my shoulder she patted her tears, and then she patted mine gently. "I could never imagine," she said shakily. "Don't cry Courtney," I said. "I'm so so sorry," she cried to me. I hugged her again. She really did care about me. "It's alright," I calmly said drying her tears, " don't be sad because I'm not sad anymore." I smiled widely at her. She laughed at how funny my face was. Then I giggled back at her. Maybe I actually found a friend here...
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To be continued...