From the Ashes

16

"'Yeah, maybe I loved a little
Insane,
But at least I had the
Courage
To lose myself in something I
Truly wanted'"

- Faraway

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Bear awakes suddenly with a gasp, her body shooting up into a sitting position, as her hand began to throb at the pain of the I.V ripping out of her skin, leaving behind a small bubble of blood to swell.

Clenching at her head, she sneered at the slight headache that was pounding, as the stark white light pounded upon her small body.

White light.

Still in a daze, her eyes traced the white padded room that was shinning so bright from its cleanness of dirt that it made her eyes tinge in pain.

Pulling herself to the side of the bed, her eyes moved up a white, medical cupboard that stood on the wall beside her. Above it was a beautiful painting that hung on the wall.

The colours distracted Bear from the horrid stench of cleaning products that wanted to ruin her sense of smell for years to come.

Standing up on unsteady legs, Bears hand reaches out towards the painting. It was encased by a beautiful, gold trimmed frame that took away from the strokes of the ancient painting before her eyes.

On the wall infront of Bear hung 'The Starry Night' by Vincent Van Gogh. Her fathers favourite painting.

Moving towards it, Bear withdrew her clean hands from the painting, not wanting to accidentally chip the painting somehow.

Mellow piano music began to play from a speaker above her, causing Bear to reel back in surprise, and horror. She saw a black, beady glass eye staring at her.

Suddenly, her eyes caught a glance of a door on the other side of the room, with a small, circular window. Rushing towards it, Bear pulled on the lever. It did not budge, but she wasn't surprised.

Peering through the window, she saw an open door directly from hers, the room was identical. But, the bed was empty, and there was nobody peering through the window back at her.

Yanking on her dreadlocks, Bears teeth clenched, as her eyes moved up and down the hallway, trying to figure out where she was - and where were her friends.

Walking backwards, she stood infront of where the camera hung from the ceiling.

"Hey!" Bear yelled,"whoever the fuck you think you are, you better not've touched any of my people, or I swear to god I'll make you wish you were dead!"

She watched as the camera twitched, like that of an agitated person, it slightly zoomed in on her to get a better view.

That's when she saw her reflection.

Reaching up to her face, Bears hands touched her lips in what felt like years. The metal mouth guard was gone. But, so was her necklace.

"Fuck you!" Bear yelled, chucking the middle finger up at the camera,"Come down here and talk to me, unless your pussy!"

Bear conjured up what little she could, and spat at the camera, causing everybody on the other end to rile back in the disgust of this teenage girls mentality. She was a firecracker waiting to explode.