Love Bites (Completed)

Chapter 23

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Torrin’s P.O.V

I felt lightheaded, as though I was floating around on a cloud, high in the sky not giving a single flying f*ck about the world.

That’s when I began to fall.

I clutched onto the cloud, hoping to not fall, when then complete darkness grabbed a hold of me and sucked me in. I felt uneasy and in a blurry vision I noticed the room around me. It was slightly dark but I could still see the faint white color of the walls. I slowly blinked my eyes open to see monitors at my side and a little box TV high on the wall.

The room smelled of sterilizer and death, while a loud beeping sound corrupted my sensitive ears. I twitched my weak arms to find them covered in white bandages that were slowly growing red from my blood. My body itched as I looked down to find myself in a horrid looking hospital gown. My waist was tightly bandage making me feel concealed and claustrophobic.

I let out a small whimper as I tried to move my legs. A surge of pain shot through my right ankle causing me to bite down on my tongue to draw more blood. The door creaked open and old gray haired man walked inside.

He wore a white coat, with a clipboard in his hand, and his name tag stated his name was Dr. Bradford. He looked at me with a pleasant smile as I recoiled further back into the bed.

I promised myself not to trust another man…they were all the same.

“Hello Miss. Withers, my name is Dr. Bradford, how are you feeling?” I cringed at the name Withers and began to play with the hem of the sheets.

“Fine…”

I croaked out in a rough voice. He looked so intimidating standing there above me. He made me feel tiny and weak…when really and truly I was. “Do you remember what happened to you?” I looked for something in my brain but came up blank. I shook my head no. He sighed and gave me a sad smile.

“Well you were playing tag with your father outside when you decided to climb a tree.” He gave me another sad look. “The tree wasn’t sturdy enough so when you climbed onto one of the branches, it snapped and you fell. More branches fell onto top of you causing them to cut into your skin. Your parents then immediately brought you here. We stitched and bandaged you up and now here we are.”

‘Lies! All Lies!’ I screamed in my head. ‘Such dirty f*cking lies!!’

“I’m beginning to worry if you’ve lost your memory from the fall. I don’t remember you having a concussion. Darling would you mind telling me how old you are?” He said with concern.

Pssh yeah right, concerned my *ss. He didn’t care, he just pretended so at the end of the day he could get his paycheck. I’m not stupid, I know how it works.

“13”

He looked down at his clip board and smiled. “Good, well you are ready to be taken home now. Your clothes are in the bathroom and yes you will be stiff but in a few days you should be fine.  But remember not to get out of bed until you are fully healed. I also suggest you stay of that ankle.”

I nodded my head okay just so he could go away. He smiled a fake smile and headed for the door. “Have a nice day Torrin.” As soon as he closed the door a shiver of fear rolled down my spine.

This was my chance.

“I need to hurry...” I mumbled to myself.

It was my time to escape these people that dare called themselves ‘parents’