Anna POV
I never liked hospitals. In fact i hated them. they were so clean, yet you never seemed to get rid of the horrid smell of death. Yet here I was, stuck one. I had been in here for the past two days, if I didn't have my super healing I would be stuck in here for months. I would probably go crazy.
That's funny.
I forgot I'm already crazy.
I just wanted to get out, out into the fresh air, to smell the salt that carries in the wind of the oceans, instead of the clinical disinfectant that made my head hurt. I wanted to be free, I wanted to sing and spin and...
Dance.
Oh how I wanted to dance.
So when I was released from the medics wing I did the very first thing that came to mind. I ran to my room with a grin in my face, pushing past everyone in my way. When I got there I crawled under my bed to get the one thing I loved in this world, besides Hades the Ferret.
I ran from my room into my garden, taking the precious items from the box I had gotten from under my bed. It was a pair of worn pointe shoes.
I slipped my feet into them and walked onto the small wooden platform. In my knee length exercise pants and overly large sweater, my movements were not constricted. I started to sway to a rhythm in my head.
Lalala, la la lalalala...... I hummed as I stretched my legs and pointed my toes.
I slowly began to dance the way my mother taught me. Maybe that why I love to dance en pointe, it was what my mother and I would do before she died, before I was diagnosed.
I loved my mother, more than anything, I was her star, well that was what she would call me. "My little star"
She loved me no matter what, no matter how strange I acted, no matter the unusual things I said, she loved me and treated me as equal to all her other daughters. And sometimes when I dance I can almost forget the reality of my world and that my mumma didn't pass, and that my sanity hadn't been questioned.
But she died, and I am sick.
And there is nothing I can do to change that. Sometimes, I dream that one day I could go away and be..... normal. Maybe then my father would love me, maybe the Jaiden would love me.
I fell to my knees, sobs racking my chest. How could I dance when I had nothing to dance for? How could i.....
"Anna? What's wrong?" Luc was sitting on the grass before, standing to his feet to come comfort me.
"Y-you were watching me?" I looked up at him as he reached me pulling me into his arms.
He nodded a sad smile on his face, "I didn't want to disturb you, but, you just looked so beautiful, I couldn't stop myself, I'm sorry."
I shook my head, "No, no, it's okay. you can watch whenever you wish."
He wiped a tear that ran down my face, "Why are you crying Petal?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, I-I'm sad I guess...."
"Why are you sad?" he pulled me closer to him.
"I-I-i......" I started but then burst into tears again.
"No no.... please... Petal, don't cry, I don't want you to cry."
His words only made me cry harder.
I wanted to be happy for him, I wanted to make him smile, so I told him.
"Petal..... I don't want you to do anything, be anything just to make me happy. I want you to be you, it is the only thing I will desire. You. All of you, the good and the bad, the beautiful smiling dancer and the sobbing heap on the floor. All of it. And I never want you to go away. Never. I'll take you, all of you, for all of time."
My lips quivered as I reached up to gently touch his cheek.
He wanted me, just the way I was. There is nothing that I could ever ask for.
I stared into his beautiful grey eyes, and leaned in. I kissed him.
That was the moment that I lost my heart, yet gained so much more.
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Breaking the Madness
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