Feel Again

Her life wasn't typical. She wasn't "living the dream." She didn't get what she deserved, and someone finally realized that. They helped, but she still wasn't healed. I only have one piece of advice. Watch out for what you do, because the past will haunt you.


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Winter woke up. She panicked, as she isn't know where she was. She noticed she was actually in a comfortable bed and the room had the nicest furniture she had ever seen. The first thing she checked was under the covers, to make sure she still had her clothes on. She did. Winter sighed in relief.
"Goodmorning," a friendly voice sounded from the door, which was slightly opening. "Nice to see your awake."
Even though she hadn't a clue who he was, she wasn't scared. Something about his voice and humble looks was just comforting. Like a father.
"Oh..hi. Goodmorning" Winter said shakily, due to her morning voice. "Um, where am I? And, not to be rude, but who are you?"
"There's nothing rude about it dear, you're in a home you've never seen before with a man you've never met before. I completely understand that you're a but shaken up. My name is Michael, and you're in my house." He explained calmly.
"We didn't..?" She asked, fiddling with her fingers with caution.
"Oh, oh no, love. We didn't have sex. God no. I'm twice your age. What kind of man do you think I am?" He replied in shock. Though I don't see why he was so surprised, I mean he saw the state she was in. She was literally, lying on the side of the road.
"I'm sorry, I don't think your a bad person. It's just I don't know what to expect of anyone anymore.." She murmured, a tear leaking out of her eye. He just stayed silent, almost like he already knew. He stayed like that until she stopped crying.
"I know that we've only just met, but you can stay here. In my house, even in my room. I'll sleep on the couch." He offered.
"No really, it's fine. I was just gonna go anyways and-"
"Stop, you're staying. I don't want to hear another word about it. Now you can use some of my daughters clothes, you look about her size."
"Oh you have a daughter? What's her name?" Winter inquired.
"Her name is Alice," he smiled as soon as Winter asked about her. It was quite obvious he loves his daughter. "she has gone to university, but you'll meet her when she goes on holiday."
Winter asked more questions about Alice, and Michael. Like how he was a widower, his wife Torna had died giving birth to Alice, Alice was going to Cambridge and was going to be a psychology major. Winter laughed at that. She had always wanted to be a psychologist, or therapist. She found out that Michael was a cab driver, and that he loved his job, she found out that Alice was originally a twin but her brother didn't make it. When she heard this she had begun to cry again, she knows how it felt to loose a sibling. Not good. His name was going to be Ewan Charles Loughtly. As Michael's last name was Loughtly. Michael kept saying how he was so sure that she and Alice would become the best of friends. And by how he was describing her, they probably would.
Now it was Winter's turn to tell her story.
She opened her mouth to start, but then closed it. She didn't know where to start, how to start, she didn't even know if she'd be able to finish without breaking down.
"Where do you want me to start?" She asked sheepishly.
"Start from as far as you can remember." He replied with a genuine,kind-hearted smile. So she did. She told him about her childhood, and how her mother turned to drugs and alcohol after her dad left, and then started with the abuse to her and her sister. All the way to when he found her sprawled out on the shoulder of the highway. She didn't leave out a single detail. She told him about every single punch, bruise, cut, burn, and man. She told how she lost her virginity, which was surprisingly actually by choice. But she was only 14 and he turned out to be a douchebag.
Michael just stayed quiet. He was in shock. He didn't have any idea about how to reply to that. Because, I mean really, how DO you reply to that? You can't just say "I'm sorry", it doesn't help. His fatherly instincts just kicked in, and all he could think to do was hold her like a child. Somehow she had managed to hold back her tears throughout her retelling of her whole life, but when he hugged her, they just spilled out. She kept trying to stop them but it wasn't working.
"Shhh, it's okay Winter. Just let it out. You've been so strong, taking care of your sister your whole life. Everyone needs to be weak sometimes. Everyone needs someone to take care of them sometimes." Michael whispered to her softly. And it was true. Everyone does need someone to watch after them sometimes. And that's okay. It doesn't make you weak. It just makes you stronger for accepting it and not pushing everyone who tries to help you aside.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. Thank you so much." She bawled into his t-shirt.
"I'll be right back." He said exiting the room.
When he came back he had some pyjama pants and a tank top in his hands.
"Go get changed, your clothes are filthy love."
"Thank you, again. This is the nicest anyone has been to me my whole life."
"I don't doubt it after what you told me. Now go. I'll change these sheets for you to sleep tonight."
And so she scurried into the bathroom and put the new clothes on. She was shocked at how comfortable they really were. When she walked out of the bathroom she had the largest smile she'd ever worn on her face.
"Ha, someone's happy, yeah?" Winter shook her head rapidly.
"Thought so, d'those fit well enough?"
"Yeah, perfectly actually."
"Well you'll have to settle with some of Alice's older stuff until she gets in and you two can go shopping together."
"When does she get in again?"
"Two weeks,"
"Here, sheets are changed. You can get to sleep, I'm sure you're tired."
"Yeah, I am. Goodnight Michael." She said with happiness clear in her voice. She gave him a quick hug and laid down in bed. Not long after, she was sound asleep.
Winter woke up to the heavenly smell of bacon. As soon as the smell drifted to her nose she was springing around her room looking for the source. It wasn't in her room, obviously, it was coming from the kitchen. She walked in with a limp. Winter didn't notice though.
"Whoa, did you do something to your leg?" Michael asked. Winter looked down at her leg.
"What do you mean?"
"You were limping..?"
"Oh, I was? Oh well. It'll heal."
"Uhh, ok. Do you want some?" He said in a puzzled tone, trying to shrug it off.
"Yesss! It smells delicious!" So he made her a plate of eggs and bacon, but when she went to grab it he saw the large cut she had made on her arm, and the sloppy stitches.
"Ok, no. We're taking you to the doctors to get that sewed up properly." He said, worry taking over.
"No, Michael it's fine. I've done this before, it's no big deal."
"What if it gets infected?"
"It has before. But just please, it'll be fine."
"Please would you just-"
"Oh c'mon!"
"Sorry, no, end of story. I'm taking you to the hospital. Go get changed."
When they got there, she got many looks from people waiting, and nurses. Winter suddenly felt very self-conscious about her visible bruises. She pulled on her jumper and zipped it up.
"Hello, are you here to sign in?" A sickly sweet voice asked. It was so obvious that that wasn't her real voice, it was way too happy for someone who worked all around death and sadness.
"Yeah, we're here for a Lemon." Winter jumped at the sound of her last name. She rarely told anyone her last name, because I mean c'mon 'Winter Lemon' doesn't that sound a little weird to you? Anyways she hated her last name, she always felt far to connected to her mum because of it. She wished every day that she could have gotten her dad's last name instead. Winter Myles just sounded so much better to her. But she got stuck with Lemon. She cringed just thinking about it.
"Ok. Follow me please." The nurse said with an incredibly fake smile.
Michael followed her down the hall, and Winter slowly but surely behind him. She was in room 312 on the first floor.
"Dr. Martin will be with you in a minute." She plastered on yet another fake smile and stepped out of the room after filling out the clipboard.

Seconds later a middle aged woman stepped into the room. He name tag read 'Shea Martin.'
"Hello dear." She said with a strong Scottish accent. "What are you here for?"
"Uhh well, I have this scratch.." Winter started
"Scratch?!" Michael cut in. "That, is no scratch." He pointed to my arm.
"On the charts it says she is here to get stitches?" Dr Martin said in a confused voice.
"I am." Winter piped up.
"But I'd like to get her a full heck out, please. She's I know it's a lot to ask. But if you heard the story I did, you wouldn't hesitate."
"Mike! No, I am fine. I don't need a check up. Please can you just see this back up and I'll be on my way. Okay?"
"Yeah, Michael, I'll see what I can do."
"Can no one hear me over her?"
"I can hear you, Winter, I'm just choosing to ignore you." Michael said sarcastically.
"That's super polite..." Winter sneered back.
Dr. Martin left the room. Probably to go do other doctor type things.

When she came back she said:
"Alright, Mike, I cleared it with my boss. He said I can do a full check up."
"Thank god!" Michael screeched. Winter took in a deep breath, and let it out. This would be interesting
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