Broken Angel

Chapter One~Layla~

2 Months earlier
Thudding, heart racing,panting. I find myself on a chase, or people chasing me that is. I can't escape, I'm trapped, they've found me, doctors..... they've put a dome like covering over me, next thing I know I'm strapped down to a metal table with wires glued onto my skin.... I'm helpless.

Present day

I have just been released from the hospital for the mentaly ill. There was no reason for me to be there in my opinion, but my rat of a step mother called them after she saw me look in the mirror at myself and dislike the way i look. I've tried to change my appearance to fit social acceptability, but all its done is cause more damage. In others eyes and in mine, I am nothing more than garbage littered on the streets.

I start walking home in the pouring rain, where I live at there is a pond that me and my dad used to go fishing at. I haven't seen my dad in 7 years, he works building new parts for the computer systems. He forgets about me sometimes, but I've always let it slide, I know he really does love me. I finally get to the pond, it's green, murky water, still able to see your reflection on the top though. I decide to look, because they don't have mirrors or silverware in the hospital, I haven't seen myself in what seems like forever. I walk over and look at myself, I still think I look hideous. The doctors said to me, that your only as beautiful as others see you. I thought it was messed up, but it's true, that's how society is now...

I brush the water with my pale, cold hands, and I walk away. I finally make it home, "The Rat" meets me at the door and in a sarcastic voice says "Welcome home darling." I pushed past her and went upstairs to my bedroom. I made it to my room but stop cold, my door is gone, everything is gone accept for a bed and a few clothes.

"What happened to my room?" I said to my step mother.

"We got rid of the things we thought would make the illness worse."

"No, you got rid of my memories."

I walked into my room, or what's left of it, and I moved the beige colored clothing off of my bed and onto the floor. I then got up shakily, and hunched over on my bed. I don't understand how in just a matter of months my house went from a joyous place, to more like a prison cell. No mirrors, no silverware, no memories of anything from my past. Just a blank page that I wish still had my scribbles on.
I ended up taking a nap, I dreamt about my time in the hospital. How they restrained me from moving with a straight jacket, how they drew blood from my arms every week so they were all bruised up, and the more pain that they caused me mentally, by me just being in the facility staring at white walls. I finally woke up, drenched in my own sweat and shaking. I lay there still, trying to catch my breath I close my sunken eyes and focus on breathing. In.... Out...... In..... Out........
I finally have the strength to get up, the floor boards creek as I fluctuate my weight on them. I walk slow down the stairs to the kitchen so I could get a bite to eat. When I get down there, I notice that the mirror that once hung on our wall is gone, so are the pictures of me before I went to the hospital. It stung when I saw that, it's like, the only real part of me is what's missing now. The only thing that I feel like I am now, is a walking clone the doctors made me. I'm a lifeless figure.... I'm nothing.
I grab an apple to eat and head back up to my room. On the way up, my stepmother stops to talk to me.
"You need to get some rest, you have school tomorrow."
"Yeah, don't worry I will. Maybe school will relieve the hell I'm in now."
"Oh quit being so dramatic Layla. Goodnight."
"Night."
Today is the first day back to school, Senior year. I'm a bit nervous, hands shaking, sweating. I get up, pull over a white shirt and pull up a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with my old combat boots I got before I was admitted. I go to my stepmothers room, her mirror, still hanging on the wall where she idolizes herself. I cross the room to go towards it, I get there, my eyes down at the floor slowly drift upwards to the mirror. I look at myself, the breath gets kicked out of my system. My skin looks pasty white, my hair long but frizzed out, and my skinny, frail bones popping out. I'm hideous. I try to get my mind off of myself and walk a couple of blocks to the bus stop. I get there, there's a boy, tall stature, built, toned body, and luscious hair. And noting by his book bag, he goes to my highschool. This, this should be... Interesting....