Glowing x - A The Script Fan Fiction

Glowing x - Chapter 10 - Realisation

Rori PoV

I wake up with a pounding headache and a dry throat. The room I was in wasn’t familiar to me but I knew straight away I was in a hospital. Everything’s white, the linen, the walls, the floors even the bed for crying out loud! I hate the whiteness and long for colour. Colour makes everything better and brighter. It’s what keeps me ticking through my darkest moments, the ones that I’d rather forget. Colour is my escape from the dullness of my life.

I start to wonder why I’m in the plain white box like room. Then it all comes back like a tidal wave of unwanted thoughts...Danny...

The last thing I remember is our argument, me and Danny that is. I remember shoving him against the wall. I remember the questions swirling round like leaves in a whirl pool. I remember it all getting to much. I remember swaying like a puppet on a string. I remember falling like a lead weight to the ground. I remember the darkness seeping into my soul...then I remember no more...

I let my head fall hard back against the soft, plump pillow while letting out a deep groan. I knew that it happened again, I knew I had a fit. I felt the same as the previous times, fatigued and restless. So different from the feelings of coming round from passing out. Trust me I know...

*4 years ago*

“Aurora! Aurora!” I barely heard my father yell from downstairs due to the load banging music I had on. I sigh deeply, what could he want now? I walk over to the small portable CD Player in the corner of my room and pause the song.

“Yes!” I shout back my frustration lacing my voice. Ever since mum ‘left’ I’ve felt so frustrated and annoyed all the time. Dad depends on me more and more each day and that’s a lot of responsibility for a girl of my age. Of any age.

I hear the creak of my father’s old worn out rocking chair and his loud fierce smokers cough. I can tell he’s walking towards the stairs by the loud elephant like thumps on the ground. He used to be a skinny good looking man with what older women would describe as a fine physique. Now he looks old and tired. He let himself slip after the incident, add a ton of weight and such like. His once shaven face now sports a messy beard as he no longer cares for his person hygiene. So much so he hasn’t showered in at least a week! The whole of our house smells of his puke worthy body odour so make different to the soft light smell of air freshener I grew up with.

I huff and slouch my shoulders slightly before walking out on to the landing hand in pockets, the complete sulky teenager look two years early. I stand at the top of the stairs hands crossed over my flat child like chest waiting for my father’s robust figure to appear at the bottom.

I can smell him getting closer before I see him, his revolting stench of unwashed body, cigarettes and strong liquor. My top lips curls in disgust but I hide it just as dad walks into the hall. I’m good at masking my true emotions, hiding them behind a wall. I taught myself it quite quickly after she left. I had to. The consent questions from the other children were making me more and more lonely and hurt. But I had no one to turn to. The consent “Is it true your mum stabbed your dad?” and “Did you see it happen?” My friends left me as their parents deemed me as unsuitable company and the whispers in the school yard increased by the second. I was ignored and lonely but not once did I shed a single tear drop. Not once in this whole year have I let my guard down in front of the enemy. Mummy always say- said, “Don’t let them get you down my angel, stay strong and God will be with you.”

Dad looks up at me with his big brown blood shot eyes, the eyes that show so much pain and hatred of the world. I know my eyes mirror his and I am ashamed of this fact. Who’d want to be an eleven year old with the pitying self loathing look of an old woman. Not me, but I am. I am that eleven year old, and there’s no escape from who I am. This last year I have grown up so much mentally leaving my physical state behind. But no one noticed not even dad.