I woke up to the sound of my alarm, it was 5 AM. I groaned as i got up, everything was sore. I was stupid enough not to ice my ribs yesterdag, so not only did they hurt but they were also swollen. I was to scared to go downstairs and get ice so a cold shower would have to do for now.
I stumbled to the bathroom and undressed myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was terrified of what looked back at me. It wasn't me but at the same time it was. My ribs and hip were completely blue and swollen, i could almost see every bone in my body and there were blue handprints on my neck. My face was the only part that didn't look as scary.
I got into the shower and let the cold water hit my body. I shivered at first but after a while i got used to it. I got out of the shower, the cold water had kinda help with my swelling. I decided to wear a black turtleneck that covered all my visible bruises and too big blue mom jeans. I didn't put on any make- up because i didn't have bruises to cover up and i didn't feel like covering up the dark circles under my eyes.
It was pretty early, i still had almost 2 hours of time to kill before i had to go to school. I grabbed my schoolbag and slowly walked downstairs, i stopped walking everytime i thought i heard my uncle. I put my bag at the door and walked towards the kitchen. My uncle was sleeping on the sofa in front of the tv again. I didn't bother to check up on him. He wasn't my uncle anymore, he was just somebody i had live with. I was quite hungry and ate until i felt like trowing up. I couldn't even remember the last time i had felt full.
I decided to just go the school a little early. I sat on my favourite spot infront of the school under the big tree. I watched the teachers walk into the building and after 30 minutes the first students walked in. I sat outside until the bell rang. Let the 7 hours of boredom begin.
I was allowed to leave my math class early because i had to go to the university. It was a 30 minute busride into the opposite direction of the hospital. The bus was quiet and empty. I liked that, i had time to think. I thought about what Luke had said. Mabye i should trust him? He would be able to get me help and make sure i would go to the right foster family. But that thought scared me, what if he didn't believe me? I mean it was all my fault after all.
I got out of the bus and looked up at the huge building that was the university. I had looked at the map of the building multiple times but didn't think that i would be that big. I took a few deep breathes and stepped inside. I walked to the help desk, but before i could the woman behind the desk my question a man stood infront of me and put his hand forward. " professor Walter Whiteley, pleasure to meet you" he said while shaking my hand.
"I thought that i would just meet you at the intrance so you wouldn't get lost trying to find my office. So follow me." He smiled at me.
I smiled confused back and followed him to his office. He didn't really look as scary his picture. He wore a white button up with a green sweater over it paired with demin jeans. It kinda surpised that somebody that old would still wear demin, but i wasn't here to judge his fashion choices.
After a few minutes we arrived in his office. But we didn't go in. Before i could ask questions he explained "I am not going to give you lessons in my office but we will meet here before every lesson. So that's why i brought you here, to show you were it is. We will move to an empty classroom to start the lessons."
"Why not just meet at the classroom every week?" I asked while following him through the empty halls.
"Because we will most likely be in a different classroom every week. So meeting at my office before hand is easier."
"So here we are" he said after opening a door and letting me walk through it. College classrooms looked so different. Much bigger, more like a cinema. He sat on the chair behind a big desk in front of the class. He pointed to the chair next to it. "Sit down"
I did as i was told. "What do i need to expect from these lessons?" I asked him.
"Whatever you want, i could explain things to you but we can also just to a few equations together."
"Can we do some right now?" I asked quietly.
"Of course, i will give one that i am currently giving to my first years."
He stood up and started writing things on the chalkboard. I carefully watched his every move. After 5 minutes he moved away and said "All done, come have a look at it"
I stood up and looked at for a few minutes before i grapped a chalk and stared writing the answer down. It was quite a long equation so the answer was almost twice as big. After i was done i stepped back to stand next to professor Whiteley. He was quiet for awhile but then clapped his hands "Correct, not a single mistake."He wrote down a another equation but even after 10 minutes i still couldn't figure out were to start. So he walked up behind me and grapped my hand. He lifted my hand up and moved to where i wrote down a mark on the board. "Can you solve it now?"
I looked at the board. "Yes i think i can" i replied while i felt my heart racing. He let my hand go and stepped back again. I calmed down a bit and solved the equation. We did a few more but then the hour was up and we had to say goodbye. He walked me back to the entrance, keeping his hand on my shoulder the whole time.I was happy when i felt the cold breeze hit my face. I saw a lot people waiting at the bus stop. I didn't feel like being with people right now so i decided to walk home. I needed some time to think. I crossed the street and as soon as i couldn't see the university anymore i lit a cigarette. Professor Whiteley was a nice guy and i hated myself for thinking the worst case scenario everytime he got to close or touched me. He was just trying to teach me math, nothing else.
I felt the smoke burning my lungs as i inhaled. Mrs Middleton would kill me if she would ever catch me smoking. Her husband had died of lung cancer that was most likely caused by his smoking habits. But i wasn't afraid to die. Besides i wasn't even addicted yet, i just smoked whenever i needed to calm down or think.
After 30 minutes i was halfway home. Just 30 more minutes and i could finally sleep. I finally had time to think about my brother's birthday. I wasn't gonna do anything special, probably just buy some flowers and visit his grave. I was also planning on writing a letter, kinda like a birthday card but with more topics and emotions.
I stopped infront of my house. There were 4 unfamiliar cars parked infront of it. My uncle probably decided to have some friends over. I did not want to meet his friends, i sneaked to the back of the house and jumped into the shed into the roof. I carefully walked across it and sneaked into my room through the window. I grabbed all my blankets, pillows and plush animals and put them inside the bathroom. My bathroom had a lock, i would be safe from my unlce and his friends if slept in there for the night. My uncle wasn't even aware that i was home so he probably wouldn't even come into my room. But i wasn't taking any risks.
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Fanfiction"I promised i would i always stay with her. Even if it meant i was suffering. " A story in which a girl who wants to help everybody finds out with the help of 4 doctors that not everybody can be helped. And that it is okay to help yourself first.