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Pathetically Beautiful Chapter 24
After hours of me just laying there staring at the wall and Brax sitting across the room watching my every move, the door opened, and in walked a doctor. I turned my head to look at him for a second before looking back at the wall. He came over, standing next to the bed, holding his clipboard in his hands; I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye. "I just need to ask you some questions, willows, if that's okay?" he asked me, keeping his voice low and kind. I didn't answer him; I just kept looking at the wall, hoping that he would leave me alone. "Do you know where you are?" I continued to ignore the doctor, not wanting to engage with him. He sighed softly before trying a different approach."Willow, can you at least tell me how you got here?" he asked gently, his eyes full of concern.Suddenly, Steve's face flashed in my mind, and my heart clenched. The memories flooded back, making my chest tighten with pain. I started to move my arms that were restrained, feeling the
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Days passed, and Brax never left my side. I shut myself off from the world, letting the emptiness inside me completely overtake me. The doctors had been in and out of my room, speaking in hushed tones as they discussed my case. I could hear snippets of their conversations, but nothing they said seemed to register in my mind.One day, as I lay motionless on the hospital bed, a group of doctors entered my room with grim expressions on their faces. They began talking amongst themselves before turning to me with concerned looks. One of the doctors said gently. "We think it would be best for you to receive proper care at a psychiatric facility."I knew what he was implying. He didn't need to say it out loud. They thought that I was crazy and hurting myself. I should have felt angry or sad or anything at all, but I felt nothing. I just lay there staring at them blankly, the words barely making sense in my mind. Brax stood up from his chair."No, she's not crazy! She didn't do this to herse
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Brax's shoulders sagged in defeat as he looked at his father. "Please, Dad, I'll do anything. Just help her," Brax begged, his voice cracking with emotion.His father studied him for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "You know what this means, don't you? If we get involved, there will be consequences," he warned.Braxs started pacing the room, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence. I sat there watching his every move. I wanted to tell him to just let me go and to move on with his life because there was nothing that he or anyone else could do to help me. I was broken beyond repair."I don't care about the consequences," Brax said firmly, turning to face his father with a stern look on his face. "I can't just stand by and watch while they do this to her. I'll take my place as heir and name myself as your second if that's what it takes."His father's eyes widened in shock at Brax's declaration. "Are you sure about this, son? You'll be giving up everything - your future, your
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I couldn't look at Brax anymore, so I lay there staring up at the ceiling. The door opened, and Brax's father came in, clearing his throat. Brax stood up, going over to him with hope in his eyes."I'm sorry, Brax," his father said. "Willow's stepfather has already signed the papers for her to be transferred. There's nothing we can do to stop it."My eyes remained fixated on the ceiling, refusing to meet anyone's gaze."But... but she can't go," Brax pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "She needs to stay here with me."His father sighed. "I know, son. I tried everything I could, but it's out of our hands now. However, I have arranged for Willow to be transferred to a nicer hospital and have paid for all the expenses."I could hear the desperation in Brax's voice as he asked, "Will she be okay there? Will she get better?"His father nodded reassuringly, trying to offer some hope. But I knew deep down that it was too late for me. I had given up fighting a long time ago.I closed my
Pathetically Beautiful Chapter 28
For the first time in weeks, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I'd seen myself bruised a million times before, but something was different about it this time. I couldn't bring myself to look away from the reflection staring back at me.The deep purple bruises that covered my face and body stood out starkly against my pale skin, a painful reminder.I traced a finger along the outline of a particularly nasty bruise on my cheek, feeling the tenderness beneath my touch. I should have been used to this by now, but each new mark felt like a fresh wound, reopening old scars.I remembered the way their fists had rained down on me, their words cutting deeper than any physical blow ever could. I remembered the fear and helplessness that consumed me in those moments, the desperate need to escape from the pain.But now, as I stared at my broken reflection, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness, just a numbness that seemed to seep into every fibre of my being. I couldn't cry anymor
Pathetically Beautiful Chapter 29
I walked silently beside Miss Callie, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing and pitying all at once. I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead.We finally reached my room. I paused outside the door. Number 13 and my name were on the door. I could feel Miss Callie watching my every move. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the small space with white walls and a narrow bed that looked more like a slab than something meant for comfort. The window was barred, making the room feel more suffocating than it already was; the only bit of colour in the room was the big red button on the wall.Miss Callie gestured for me to sit on the bed, but I remained standing, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. She reached out a hand to place it on my back, but I flinched away, fear flashing in my eyes."Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Miss Callie said softly, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I forgot that you don't like to be touched. I promise I will never
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Miss Callie walked back into the room carrying a tray of food. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of me sitting amidst the torn sheet."What have you done?" she half-snarled, her voice sharp with surprise and disapproval. But as soon as the words left her mouth, I saw her expression soften. Guilt flashed in her eyes as she realised how harsh she sounded."I'm sorry," Miss Callie said softly, setting down the tray on the bedside table. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Let's get this cleaned up." She moved closer to me, reaching out a hand to help, but I flinched away from her touch.I couldn't bear to look at her. The emptiness inside me seemed to grow even larger, swallowing me whole."Willow," she said gently, taking a step towards me, making me snap my attention back to her. "I know this is all new and scary for you. But please know that I'm here to help you. You're not alone."Her words meant nothing to me. She would never understa
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Frozen to my spot, I looked at the warden I had seen the first day I got her over a week ago. He still looked at me with the same sickening smirk everywhere I went. He was right there, always watching me with those cold, piercing eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I tried to walk away from him, my heart pounding in fear.As I quickened my pace, I could hear his heavy footsteps following behind me. Panic set in as I realised he was getting closer, and the thought of him touching me sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't let him catch me, couldn't bear the thought of his hands on me again.I focused all my energy on reaching my room, pushing through the crowd of people around me. But no one seemed to notice the danger that lurked behind me, the predator stalking his prey.Before I could get anywhere near my room, I felt his hand grab my arm, pulling me to a stop. His smirk widened as he looked down at me, seeing the fear in my eyes. "Where do you think you're going, Wil
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