My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*

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6. Keeping my Faith

"Is she okay? Will she survive?" I recognize that voice. The voice that I thought was an angel. The voice that saved me. I open my eyes wearily to see completely white. Then hair and a mouth speaking in an angel's voice. I am so confused. He asked if I would survive. What does that mean? I though I was already dead. But then I see a needle coming towards my arm in a blur. I'm pretty sure there aren't needles in heaven. I open my eyes all the way and see more people staring at me. One of them, I recognize. MARA. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I stay mute because there is a tube in my throat and tape on my cheeks. I yank on the wires and tubes connected to my arm in a panic. I grab the side of the tape and pull fast so I am free to scream. I feel a tickle in my throat as the tube comes out. I breath on my own but I didn't take it out for that reason. I scream at the top of my lungs and start to bawl my eyes out. Mara might have a chance of taking me home, and now once she knows I am capable of a sneaky escape, she will abuse me more so I have no chnace of getting away next time. She walks over like a loving mother would and pats my head. I scream more and she continues to lovingly rub my forehead. This is an act she is putting on, she is doing this to make it look like I am lying if I say she abuses and hurts me. I panic even more and feel sharp needles coming out of my skin. One nurse on the other side of the room immeditely takes action. She speeds over to the side of my bed while I panic while staring at the "angel." I feel something penetrate my skin and a cold shot shoot through the wound. It races through my body and I get a shiver down my spine. As I see into the "angel's" ocean blue eyes, I see genuine worry. Have they poisened me? I relax and feel myself going out of it again. Anestisia. I give into it and rest on my back. But I wish they hadn't put me out because I need to take action NOW before Mara can do anything to convince them that I have never been abused. But I feel myself doze off into a terror-filled sleep instead.

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