The music played in the back of my head and I managed to hum along as I still remembered the fateful day my parents died.. Mom and dad were fighting and I was trying my hardest to stay strong and emotionless..
A loud sound comes from the left and we already notice it was too late to stop.. The train was so close.. I don't know how I made it..
My 9th birthday at the orphanage I went to the park along with a couple other children a little older then me.. We decided to play hide and seek. A boy that was 14 told me that he knew the perfect place to hide.. He took me into the boys bathroom and the rest was a painful trauma I pushed from my brain.. Why did no one help me when I screamed? I was so scared and I still am now..
The memories fade, and my eyes start to burn with tears.. I shoot up opening my eyes. But quickly regret it when seeing Haven looking worried, to my right.. I slowly close my eyes, hoping he didn't notice my outburst.. I hide under the large blanket and wipe off my tears but they continue to rush down..
I hear a sigh from Haven..
His cell starts ringing and he takes a deep breath before clicking answer to his phone.
:She's still asleep..
Hearing the conversation end.. He lets out another sigh before standing up and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him..
I slowly sit up and realize that I'm not in my "room" I'm in a very large bed with black sheets and blankets.. I slowly get out of the bed and tip toe my way to the door.. Opening it I quietly walk back to my own empty room..
Leaning against the wall I begin to cry so hard that my nose is stuffed up and I can hardly breathe.. I'm always alone when I am sad..
I dry my face and sit there with and emotionless expression..
The only thing I know what to do when I'm sad is to sing. I begin to sing the song that my parents were and I were last listening to before new memories with them could be created..
Tears begin falling once again and I don't bother to care..
The mattress had a sharp spring sticking out.. I took a deep breath and yanked it and it loosely fell onto the floor..
I looked at my wrist before I willingly glided the sharp edge along my wrist.. It really hurt but throughout today I've felt worse..
The door slowly opened and I see Haven.. I throw down the spring and hide my wrist before he saw anything.. I lower my face and look down..
The aura in the room was troubling. I stayed quiet, but a whimper from the crying I was doing was let out and he instantly came closer..
He noticed the spring and looked puzzled..
"Where did you get this?" "The mattress" I say anxiously.. "What was it needed for?" I stay quiet and hope he can't tell what I'm hiding.. "I need to use a bathroom" I say. "Fine I'll take you there" he says while walking out the door.. I get up to follow him but wince and fall to the ground..
Haven runs back in the room and carries me back to the room I was in earlier.. "What hurts?" "My leg" I reply. He runs out and disappears.. I don't hear anything ,come to think of it I can't see anything either..
Beeps are repeated from my left and I open my eyes confused.. I'm still in the same room but it's as if I were in a hospital..
I sit up and get out of the bed detaching the wires that were once attached to me..
Noticing a bandage on the cut I had made.. Made me realize that Haven has now seen it..
I walk downstairs seeing the un forgettable living room where I had once run into my abusers.. They were all sitting there once again except for the fact that Haven was not there.. "Well if it isn't the bitch sleeping beauty" I quiver..