Now it wasn't any different, even though all I wanted was to just freaking sleep. I couldn’t go on any longer like this.
I was done.
Please, I cried, feeling tears leak from the corners of my eyes as I pulled my legs even tighter against my body. The spark of pain didn’t stop me from making myself look as small as I felt.
Couldn’t the world just let me die alone?
“Time to wake up.” The voice came again, this time just a bit closer. “I have food for you.”
At the mention of food, my stomach snarled in hunger. The last thing I ate had made a reappearance shortly after I had been called to a room in the huge house to service a man.
I shivered, remembering the cold eyes that had hated every bit of me. The man liked my body, but not the tears that never shut off. Maybe he thought that choking me with his dick would stop them. All it did was cause me to puke. On his shoes. The smack against my head was worth it since I hadn’t been forced to do anything else for the night. That type of pain was ten times better than being bent in half andhaving something forced into a hole that wasn’t meant to be filled in such ways.
I coughed, feeling my stomach spasm with the fantom dick in my mouth. Now probably wasn’t the time to let my mind wonder, but I had no choice. My mind did what it wanted, as did the panic that slapped me in my chest.
My heart began to beat too fast, my lungs crying for air to enter them. My stomach squeezed in on itself like it wanted to expel more than just the lack of contents that it currently held.
Slipping a knuckle in between my teeth, I bit down as hard as I could. The tiny spark of pain from my teeth impeding into the side of my finger helped draw a breath into my lungs. But with it, my stomach decided it was done for.
I barely had time to remove my knuckle from my clamped teeth and lean over the edge of the bed before puking up what little I had in me. It hit the floor with a splat, bile leaving a bitter taste behind me.
God. How much more pathetic could I get?
I sobbed, flopping back to where I had been. I wanted it to all stop. I would have liked nothing else but to shout it from the rooftops, even if my voice would work. No part of me worked like it should, and hadn’t since I was a young child.
“It’s okay, dear. Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” The voice was an attempt of being caring, understanding maybe, but it didn’t do anything to help me. Nothing would. “Deep breaths, now. In. Out.” A hand touched my back, going up and down. I jerked away from the warmth, causing everything in my body to remember that it hurt.
Oh God. Oh my freaking God.
I squeezed my eyes as tight as they could, willing myself to just die. Maybe my beating heart would take off, beat right out of my chest. It could leave a gaping hole in its wake, and then I’d be gone from this hell.
Living was hell. There was nothing good about this place. No type of scenery could give me hope. Nothing would give me peace. No drugs, no comfort of any sort, could soothe me in a way that I needed.
I just wanted to die.
My racing heart calmed too quickly, letting me know some sort of drugs were once again entered into my system. But the sobs merrily turned into soundless crying, tears leaking onto the pillow and nose stuffy as the seconds passed.
“We’ll remember to not wake you that way again,” the woman spoke again, fiddling with the tube that was taped into my arm. “I just gave you some pain meds, and more anti-anxiety meds, too, into your IV.”
I shook my head, although I highly doubt she saw. I didn’t want the drugs. I didn’t want to be here.
Wait.
Never before had a woman been someone in the same room here after I was forced to sleep. That thought made me pause, unsure on what to think or what to do.
Why now? What was different? Where the heck was I even at? Did it even matter, when I knew I wasn’t going to be here all that long anyhow?
Peaking a single eye open, everything was blurry for a few blinks, which was partly from the medicine and the tears that still clouded my sight. After a few seconds, the room became clearer. Well, as clear as it could be for me. Certain things were still blurry, but I was able to see a huge window that was letting in sun, or I assumed so anyways. The blinds were drawn in such a way that I couldn’t see out, but there was light coming through.
There weren’t many times sunlight entered the holding rooms in the past. Mostly, those times were when I was chained to a bed. This time, there was no chain, no clanking of metal against another object.
Turning enough, I spotted the IV in my arm, taped to the skin. Letting my eyes travel up the tube, I lost sight of it as my gaze landed on where the beeping came from. The lettersand numbers on the device were blurry, all mixing together, but I could see the brown box with a screen.
“You’re in a hospital, hon.”
I jerked, having forgotten I wasn’t alone. My watery eyes flung to the voice.
At the end of the bed stood a woman in purple clothes, black hair over one shoulder. Her voice was still soft, and I wasn’t able to exactly read her expression. His lips were blurry, which didn’t surprise me.
