Fallen

Karla is just a normal girl, living a normal life, with a normal family, with normal friends. At least that's the person you see when you walk in the hallways of Kingston high school. But she's not the person she looks like when you walk past her in the corridor. Her inside is filled with pain and guilt. Everything she can remember from when she was younger was the constant pain, and watching her mother beeing abused by her father. When she was 5 years old, he left. And even though her mom hated him, her brain told her that she still loved him. Ever since then her mother have been down, and it's all Karlas fault. If she just hadn't been born non of this would've happened. Her life is a gloom until one day when she bumps into a sweet canadian boy that'll change her life forever.

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22. Heart monitor

Weak beeps reached me while I fell further down into nothing. They filled up my brain, they were everything. The beeps, weren't they somewhat familiar? Then there it was, a little peak of light in the end of the endless pit I was falling into. The light grew bigger. It took me in, embraced me, until I was fully surrounded by it. Forms started shaping around me. And I wasn't falling anymore. I was on something soft. The beeps became weaker, but they were still there. Then all of a sudden, everything was so clear. I was in a small room. The walls were bright blue. The beeps seemed to be coming from a heart monitor next to me. I was in a hospital. This was no news for me, I had been in hospitals before. I turned around and saw a brown haired boy sitting on a chair beside the bed. His head was in his hands. The bed suddenly made a sound and the boys head shot up to look at me. His eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying? "Karla." he said and grabbed my hand in his. He put it to his face and kissed the back of my palm. What was he doing? When he looked up at me he smiled. He actually seemed happy to see me. I tried sitting up in the bed but a sharp pain in my stomach made me lay down again. The boy stood up and looked at me concerned. "I'll get a nurse." He walked out of the room and left me alone. What had happened to me? A little while later the boy came back with a female nurse. "How are you feeling?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not great." Wow my voice was really weak. The nurse looked through some papers while still talking to me. "You're very lucky Justin here came in with you." I looked at the boy who was nervously biting his fist. Was Justin his name? She put the papers down. "So we're going to run some tests then you will probably be able to come home, okay?" I nodded and the nurse smiled. She looked at Justin. "I'll leave you two to yourselves." Then she left the room. I looked around in the room. This didn't make sense. If I was in the hospital shouldn't my mum be here? I mean she wasn't really sober all the time, but you would think that she would at least show up if I was in a hospital. "I'm so happy you're awake." Justin said. Why would he be happy? I didn't know this boy. Well at least he seemed to know more about what happened than me than I did. "What happened?" I asked him. He frowned. "Don't you remember?" He asked. I searched back in my memory. The last thing I remembered was coming home from school from another boring day, in late may. I shook my head. He drew his fingers through his hair. Wasn't he familiar somehow? Like, in a celebrity sort of way, where had I seen him before? He looked down at the floor. "Well I don't really know how to start." He mumbled to the floor. Then he looked up at me once again. "What's the last thing you remember?" I searched my brain once again. "Um... I was coming home from a day in school, like... late may I think." His eyes grew wide as he stared at me. He seemed to be a bit lost for words. Then he pointed at himself. "Do you know who I am?" He asked. Was he familiar? He was, but I really couldn't place him. He looked a little bit like Justin Bieber, if he was a few years older, and changed his hair. How weird that he was actually named Justin. But no, I didn't know who he was. I shook my head. His face became expressionless. There was no signs of emotion in his eyes. Then anger. He stood up so quickly that his chair hit the wall behind him. His hands pulled through his hair as he walked back and forth. He then kicked the chair he had been sitting in. It hit the wall beside me with a loud sound. He threw the vase of flowers which stood on my nightstand in the wall opposite the room. Glass, water and flowers all piled up on the floor. He was scaring me. When my eyes searched back to him he leaned against the wall, and slowly sank further and further down until he was sitting down on the floor. His face was buried in his hands as he shook his head over and over again. Why was he so angry?

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