The Hero.

Lilly Mercia is a girl with a lot on her mind, almost too much. She's being bullied in school every single day, in every hour. Her mom is hitting her when her fathers not looking. All in all her life is a living hell. She's on the edge of suicide until her cousin gets tickets to this concert on front row and she never thought her life would change. But it does. Warning!: Contains swearing, self harm, suicide attempts, and sex. So if you don't like those above, I wouldn't recommend you to read it.


3. The hospital

 A/N so guys I know that I haven't posted in a long time but, I have some..... Problems at home so I'm gonna post as much as I can. And please read the authors note at the end of this chapter. :)


Lilly's P.O.V


I woke up to very bright lights and a strange beep noise. Where the hell am I? What is this place? I'm in some kind of bright white room, with lots of machines.. Oh! Right I'm in the hospital. I wonder how long I've been here. A couple of days? Maybe a week? If I had my phone I would know, but wait where is my phone? Oh yeah I think that bitch Katherin took it in the bathroom at the school... Bitch!..

I heard a slight knock on the door and it opened, and a pretty blonde girl with blue eyes came in, I think she's the doctor, or maybe the nurse or, whatever. Maybe she knows what day it is, or well of course she knows what day it is... "Ahh you're awake, finally. How are you feeling?" She said, I looked at her name sign I think it says Sophie or Sophia I can't quite see it. Her face started to look concerned, probably because I didn't answer her. I looked up at her and smiled to let her know that I was alright, but it didn't seem to calm her down. She then started to talk to me again. "Can't you talk?" She asked, I just nodded my head, but didn't say anything. She looked weird at me. "Then why don't you talk? You can talk to me, I won't tell anyone." She said and looked kindly at me, a way that no one has ever looked at me before. I thought for a second whether or not to speak to her, and thought why the hell not? I mean I'm probably not gonna see her again, so might as well do it.. 

"W-w-what da-day is i-it?" I slowly asked her, she looked at me like I was crazy or something like that. "Don't you have a phone sweetie?" I shook my head. "Oh well it's June the 27th." I looked at her as if she just told me something insane, and she did, if it's really June 27th then that means I've been here for like two and a half week! I wonder if my parents know, they probably do. "H-have I re-reall-y been a-aslee-asleep f-for two w-weeks?" I asked just to make sure that I was right. "Yeah something like that, and your parents are every worried." She said. Was she really talking about my parents or did she think I was someone else? If anyone in my family was worried then it had to be my dad, my mom don't give a shit about me. She disturbed my deep thoughts by saying that the doctor would be here in a minute or two, to check up on me him self. I just nodded my head as a reply and she walked out the door, probably judging the way I talked. 

I sat there on the bed thinking, how I got here in the first place. I lifted up my dress-shirt thing and looked at my stomach, I had this huge, white bandage going from just under my boobs and down to my hips. On the bandage you could see a lot of blood, and by a lot i mean A LOT. As I sat there thinking my brain away, I heard the door open carefully and a tall muscular man with dark brown hair came in, I'm guessing that's the doctor. "Well miss Mercia the nurse said you were finally awake, so I've come to check up on you and hear the stories behind all of those scars and wounds. Even though it doesn't take a scientist to know how the scars on your arms and your legs came, but either way I would very much like to hear your story." He said. I looked at his name sign it said 'Doctor Martin Campbell' so I guess that's his name. "But I've also heard you're not much of a talker like some young women on your age. Now why is that? If you would like to tell me, if not then just give me the story behind the scars and wounds." Dr. Martin said. Should I give him the whole story or just lie and tell him something else?.. 

I thought for a second and decided to tell him a lie. "I-I was c-clim-bing a big t-tree in the p-park and w-when I was a-almost at t-the top my b-belly but-button ring g-got s-stuck on a b-branch, and I f-fell d-down." That sounded less crazy up in my head, but he seems to buy it. "I'm sad to hear that, but that doesn't explain your arms and legs, so if you would just tell me that then I think we're all good here." He told me. Why does he have to know? Why is he so nosy? It's not like total deep cuts, it's only scars. I think.

"I-it's a long t-time ago." Oh no I'm beginning to be more confident with my voice! We can't have that, so that was the only thing I said to him, he seemed to be okay with that but I couldn't quite tell. I could see that he wanted to know the story of why I've done it though, but he didn't ask. 

He told me he would call my parents to let them know that I could go home now. Home... I wouldn't call it a home, a home is where you feel safe and loved right? Well in that case, I don't have a home. 

When he came back he gave me some I could wear on my way home, so I didn't have to wear that hospital dress-shirt thing. When he walked out I went to the bathroom to change into a red and white t-shirt, light blue skinny jeans (which were too big for me) and my black converse. Eww these clothes have too many colors on them. When I opened the bathroom door I almost had a heart attack. My dad sat in one of the chairs and waited for me, I didn't expect that. 

I got over to him and gave him a hug to tell him I was happy to see him, he hugged me back instantly, almost pressing all the air in me out. He let go because I made this gasping sound, cuz I couldn't breathe.

We walked out of the hospital and into the fresh air. I inhaled as much air as I could, filling my lungs, but i ended up coughing because i haven't been outside for a while, my dad just looked funny at me and began laughing a little bit. 

I got into the car and got the seat belt on but had to take it off again, cause it pressed too much on my stomach. I rolled my window down as soon as he started the car to let the wind blow me in the face. How a wonderful feeling.

"So what happened to you since you ended up on hospital?" My dad asked. I thought for a second and decided to give him the same lie I told the doctor. My dad looked weird at me and asked when I started climbing tree's. I just told him that I've always dona that he just never noticed. He nodded and the rest of the car ride was silent.


A/N so that was one heck of a chapter to write, but I did it for you guys! How is the story? Is it good? Bad? In between? Tell me please, cuz I wanna know if I should keep on writing this or not. Anyway hope you do like it, and I made this a little longer just for you! 


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