Loving An Abused Virgo

My name is Lydia Hawthorne. My parents named me that. I can never change it. I am not a thorn like my surname suggests. I can be a needle in the side sometimes but that is only when I don't get what I want, and most of the time I don't even know what I want. Maths whizz Lydia Hawthorne is tired of being abused in school. She sometimes whizzes herself into fantasy reality with her precious Niall Horan. Will she ever find her River Niall? It's 75% possible...

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5. Discharged

I wakeup still in my hospital bed. The clothes my mother have left are on the table beside me. I start by putting on my jeans, pulling down my gown as I go for decency. It's not like anyone is watching although I still feel cautious. The room isn't locked and someone could barge in at an instant. I put on my emerald green top and my favourite long cerise coat. Then I tie my fuchsia scarf to my neck and put on my matching earmuffs. Finally, I tie my auburn hair into a high ponytail.

 

I sigh as I look in the round bathroom mirror. I feel a slight curve on my face. I'm smiling. It feels uncomfortable. I haven't smiled in a long time. I reach up with my left hand to my face. That's weird. There should be a scar here right on the back of my hand. I'm not used to being scaleless but it feels good. There is not even a tinge of pain that you feel. I can now see myself for who I am. I am Lydia Hawthorne, a girl who has always been told she was a pain in the side just like her last name when actually, she was the one who felt that torment all the time. I actually look more like my 16 year old self.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. I turn around in a start.

"Um.. Lydia? You ready?" Peter asks through the door. I open it and he tumbles into the room, "Hey! Give us a bit of warning when you do that!"

"Ha! Your fault for leaning against the door!...Us?" I start laughing but my face turns serious when I hear the word.

Peter just sigs at me, "Wow, for a girl you are real sharp. I guess you have too be for all that you've been through." Perhaps he felt bad about bringing that up because he apologised straight afterwards, "sorry.."

"Don't be." I reply. I feel a tinge on pain remembering the past.

"Soo... Shall we go?" He ask me. I nod my head and Peter walks briskly out the door whilst I follow after him.

 

The winter wind hits me when I step outside the hospital. I have permission to go out as long as I am with a guardian issued from my temporary prison (my name for the hospital). In this case the guardian is Peter. We walk along the icy pavement.

 

Peter stops outside a shop with a 3-D brown sign saying 'Hotto Choco' and I follow suit. He turns around to me.

"Ok, I'm gonna go get us some hot chocolate..." He looks around before continuing to talk. "You'll be alright if you wait here?" I nod. I don't think Peter likes the idea as he glances around once more before going into the shop. Be alright? Of course I will! I mean... I don't know..

"Lidy? I nearly didn't recognise you!" I freeze. Like I would never know who it came from.

"ANJA!!!" I shout. She's with Bella, John and her other meddling troops.

"Wow! You're looking so much prettier than me today! That's not allowed." She clicks her fingers high in the air and John and Arthur grab me. I can't believe this! No! This can't happen again. Those days of terror. The basket ball hoop. The ropes. The airtight closet.

"NNNOOOO!!!!" I scream. My heart thumps in and out of my chest. I can't breathe. I am frozen with fear. I don't want to go back there. I don't want to be treated in that hospital. No! I won't! "You can't take me again! Please! What do you want from me?! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! PETER!!!"

"Hey, put her down." I hear an Irish accented voice say. I don't dare look in the direction. I'm way to scared.

"Hey Lydia I got some..." Peter walks out of the shop and freezes.

"PETER!!" I manage to get free and run into his arms.

"Oh God, I can't leave you alone for ten minutes." He says, still in shock but wraps his arms around me, still holding the hot chocolate.

"Awwww! Run to your boyfriend! How sweet! I'm gonna throw up!!" Anja said mockingly with a wryly smile. Wait - boyfriend? There is no way that Peter is my boyfriend. We're not even friends!!

 

"Oh..." I look up awkwardly at Peter, as if realising the situation. Why didn't he say I wasn't his girlfriend?

"And who do you think you are for..." Anja turns her head in the direction of the Irish accent and drops her mouth.

"Me? I'm Niall Horan from One Direction." He replied.

 

No.. way...

 

 

 

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