Destroyed

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Beneath the bleeding sky

Time goes by like the pulse behind a bruise, that's how my life passed. I considered myself dead even when I was breathing. Turning seventeen was horrifying, I didn’t want to grow any older; I just desired my childhood and wanted to go back there. Nothing was normal in my life, not even after so many years.

I ploughed myself into the grief of killing my parents, that’s what my stepmother had taught me throughout these few years. I murdered my own parents. That guilt kept eating me from the inside.

“I think I told you to wash the dishes,” Mother yelled across the kitchen, her long heels hastily tiptoed on the wooden floor as she approached me. She seemed enraged by the fact that I didn’t clean the dishes.

“The servants were there last night to clean them; I think you should have just told them. I slept early last night.” I responded to her statement, clearing myself out. Mother was a wicked woman with elegance.

Whenever David used to be out of town, she used to place different traps so that I would be hurt physically. I, of course, on the other hand always feel into those mischievous traps she had placed. I believe I was quite innocent to figure any of them out.

She stood in front of the dining table and looked at me, her eyes brimmed with anger, and her hands were clasped together in the front of her petite body.

“When I order you something, you better do it, Fiona.” She gritted her teeth’s together and commanded. I looked down in embarrassment and nodded slowly, agreeing to her decisions.

“Now go and clean the dishes that are left, you are not allowed to eat until all the dishes are washed.” She ordered before leaving the dining room. I sighed in relief when I watched her walk away from me.

Oh, David, I hope you come back soon.

I started on with doing the dishes, cleaning them one by one while the servants looked at me in excitement. They were my mother’s servants, they worked for her not me, and therefore, watching me struggle with the dishes gave them a reason to smile.

“Wash this also,” A servant taunted. While she handed me the long crystal jug, I looked at her carefully and understood that she was one of my mother’s hazards. Before I could even pull my thoughts together, she played the game.

The crystal jug slipped away from her hand and feel on to my body. My numerous tries of catching the jug in one piece failed as it crashed onto my stomach and then on the floor. Pieces of crystals scattered all around me. Some of them were covered in my blood while others were plain; shining underneath the burning sunlight.

The glass nudged into my skin which caused me to groan in intense pain. The constant heat rising from my legs and the sickening blood oozing down to the floor forced me to scream for help. The shards on the floor begin to paw my foot, opening up more skin for blood.

The servants looked at me with pity in their eyes. Neither of them determined to help me so I decided to just help myself. Jumping away from the broken pieces of glass onto a place where there was no glass. I stumbled upon my own leg and tripped on the floor. Then continued to sob silently as pain washed over my body.

The servants carried on with their tasks while I lay still on the kitchen floor.

Even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t. Mother would never ever allow them too.

Eventually, I dragged myself away from the kitchen and into my room. Blood had smudged around the polished tiles, creating pathways which lead to my room. She would find out that I created this mess and before she did, I had to run to the clinic. This much pain was far more than enough for today, I wouldn’t be able to encounter any more of it.

The cringing metallic smell of the blood crawled up to my nose, shivering in disgust; I looked down at my own cuts. As my fingers collided with the broken glass buried in my leg, I jumped as it began to hurt again. This was impossible for me to remove; it was too inside my skin.

I cleaned and pulled out the rest pieces of glass, except for the one shoved inside my left leg. Marching out of the room with just my bag, I tripped on almost everything in the corridor.

* * *

I sighed in relief once I reached the clinic, the bleeding had stopped now but the glass was still inside my skin. I managed to wrap a bandage around the wound before leaving my house however the pain was everlasting, not even for a second it stopped.

The receptionist glared at me, her eyes watched my moves carefully, and she was determined to send my mother to the police if anything else happened. The last time I came here, the situation was beyond severe yet I persuaded them to not contact the police.

“I just want to meet Doctor Sheryl and ask her about my medicines, when I should stop them and all. Don’t worry, nothing happened to me.” I assured the receptionist that I was completely fine. A smile sparked in her face and she ordered me to go wait for a little while as the doctor was treating other patients.

My finger roamed around the phone, I expected a call from David but no there was no message, no call. Dialling his number upon my anticipation, the same voice note repeated. It has been four days now since he had left, mother had been dreadful during this time.

Soon, my turn came and I rushed immediately to Doctor Sheryl’s office, not caring whether I was bleeding or not. She was the closest person to me and probably she knew where David would be at this time.

“How are you darling?” she asked, her glasses were slipped down halfway to her nose, I noticed more wrinkles forming underneath her eye, she was growing old for sure.

I hurried myself to the bed nearby, as I removed my shoes, she noticed the uneasiness in me and quickly figured out something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Fiona?” she questioned, putting her papers aside, she shuffled towards me with a miserable look on her face.

“A glass jug fell on me, mistakenly; I promise it wasn’t my mother’s fault!” I said anxiously hoping she wouldn’t find out the truth.

“Go on, lay down.” She ordered.

She gasped in horror as I peeled the bandage off my skin. “Oh my, are you okay?”

“Yes, there is just a piece of glass inside, I cannot remove it, and I was hoping you could do that.” I hesitated and she nodded her head. Her cold fingers reached out to the opening, I let out a small cry as she touched it.

“This is so bad, how long have you had this?” she asked while pulling out a pair of tweezers and some liquids that I couldn’t recognize.

“I just got it a few hours ago; I came directly to you as I got it.” I answered, quietly. Tension rose up her face as I spoke.

“Okay, this is going to hurt so hold tight!” she warned before bringing the tweezers closer to my skin and pulling out the shard. My teeth dragged my bottom lip as I tried to control my screams. The pain was intense, rushing all across my body.

Once she was done, I sat up, looking at the shard which was now covered in my blood. Putting it aside she looked at me.

“You know you could get an infection if you didn’t come to me,” she said, I let out a small giggle before agreeing to her.

“I could but I didn’t,”

“Now lay back, I need to clean this up!” she snapped before pushing me back on the bed.

My eyes met the beige ceiling; I glared at it for a couple straight minutes before the suffering started again.

“Ouch!” I yelled, my hands wandered around the place, searching for something to hold and finally, I grasped the white sheets.

“Don’t move, it will hurt more.” She restricted me before continuing with cleaning the wounds. The liquid she was applying burned into my raw skin. She traced it down to my leg and then my feet, which was worse.

“It’s done, Fiona. You can open your eyes.” She said. I slowly peeked to be only blinded by the white lights in her office.

“Thanks,” I thanked her before getting up from the bed. She immediately stopped me.

“I have to stitch that wound, it could bleed anytime and it is very deep.” My lips puckered out in stress, I begged her not to but she didn’t listen to me.

“It is necessary, just lie down and think about something happy. It will be done very quickly.” Her words were very promising and therefore I allowed her to stitch it up, I couldn’t allow myself to be more damaged.

My eyes soon closed and I drove into my own happy memories. The pain flushed away into my happiness.

My fragile, five-year body was sitting on my father’s lap, his radiant eyes were too focused on the TV. His pupils dilated as I called him out.

“Daddy?” I wanted to ask him something.

“Yes, baby?” he was unsettled for what I wanted to know nevertheless his eyes didn’t move away from the TV.

“I want to go outside,” I was trembling as those words spilt from my mouth. He rarely allowed me to step outside. Tension rose up his face and he looked at me.

“Marie, your daughter wants to go outside,” he laughed while calling my mother out of the kitchen. Mom appeared quickly in front me; she held a bowl of uncooked chocolate cookies, her face stood brightened as always.

“It’s okay Jonathan; take her out for some while. She must be bored by staying home all day.” My mother said softly and my dad nodded at her.

“Go, Fiona, get your boots quickly.” He ordered me, in an instant moment; I rushed away from his lap and into my room.

Without any delay, I grabbed the pair of black boots and strapped them down before rushing back to my father.

“Just protect her,” a sad look captured my mother’s face as she said those words.

“Of course, I will be always there to protect her from everything,” Dad assured my mom and she smiled only after that.

Breaking the awkward conversation, I screamed, “Let’s go, daddy!”

They both immediately turned to me. My father picked me up from the floor and gave me a piggyback ride to his car. On the other hand, my mother whispered ‘be careful’ to herself.

He placed me on the car seat and said, “Now, Fiona, don’t talk to anyone and don’t go away from my sight,’

“Yes, I know. You have told me a billion times.” I grunted. These restrictions would be the death of me.

“So where do you want to go?” he questioned as he drove away from my house.

“Ice cream,” I jumped, screaming and thrashing my hands everywhere. I loved ice cream!

***

We reached at the mall and daddy picked me up. I wrapped my tiny arms around Daddys neck.

"Daddy put me down, I a big girl." I said.

"Haha, but you will be always smaller than me." He said as he placed me on a cold chair.

I looked around to see a big mall, many people were there. I turned my left to see a ice cream shop.

"Ice cream," I screamed.

"Shush em," Daddy said to me. I bought my first finger and placed it on my lips.

"Em is shushed," I said in a robotic voice.

"Good girl, now tell me whih ice cream do you want to eat." He asked me.

"The chocolate one," I said as I put my hands on my lap.

"Okay, stay here." Daddy said as he got up and walked to the ice cream shop. I stayed there kicking the table beneath, after a minute some one came and sat. He was so big and handsome, his eyes were red. SCARY

"Whats your name little one," he asked me.

"Emma," I said.

"Emma, its a good name what's your age?" He questioned me again. I didn't knew whether I should reply or not but he was handsome so I did.

"5, What is yours?" I said while pointing my five fingers up.

"Oh, mine is 763." He said and I chuckled.

"Oh I thought you handsome, but too old," I said while shoeing him off.

"Thanks," he said while getting up.

"Anyways its nice to meet you, Emma, hoping to see you again." He said while caressing my cheeks.

"Okay bye," I said while waving him off. Again I was back to boredom, I looked at the ice cream shop. I could see Daddy's back facing towards me. I started tapping the table again.

***

I slowly peeked through my eyes lids, I could see the hospital room. I looked back to see the bed, I was laying on the bed. I pulled my body up and rubbed my eyes. I stepped down from the bed and tied my shoes. The curtains were hanging around the room, pulling one to the left side the screeching sound echoed through the room. I looked from to see Mrs Sheryl standing next to the door.

"What happened, I don't really remember anything," I said while walking forward.

"Oh nothing Emma, I stitched up your wound but you passed out. So I ran some tests and from the results you had lost a lot of blood from the wounds. I followed the rules and called your family," she said while flipping a paper.

"Who did you call?" I questioned her. Mom would kill me if she knew that I went to the hospital.

"Oh don't worry darling, I didn't call Caroline. I called David." She said David wasn't picking my phone up? Did he respond to Mrs Sheryl's call? Numerous thoughts ran through my mind, completely shutting them off I looked down at my waist to see a bandage. My hands slowly ran through he bandage. I looked up to see Mrs Sheryl staring at me. I pulled the shirt back on and smiled.

"Did he came?" I questioned her.

"Oh yes, he is waiting down at the reception. Keep this for 24 hours, the wound will take time to heal and it will definitely leave a bruise." Mrs Sheryl said while pointing at the bandage.

"Thank you so much," I said as I ran downstairs. David came back, finally! I looked right and left, to only see David standing near a table. He had a tan complexion, brown eyes and a muscular body. He only dated a few girls when he was in high school, most of them lasted for a week. He once told me there was a girl who he loved the most. I tried talking to him about her but he always shut me off.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him hard, I missed him so much. I felt his hand pressing my wound, I let out a small scream as he broke the hug.

"Are you okay?" He said.

"Yes, just a little bi- Ah," I said as my wound inflamed.

"Em is it okay, Do you need to see the doctor again?" he asked me.

"David, it's fine, just a little pain," I said while soothing the wound. Why did it inflame?

"Are you sure," he said.

"Yes, now come on let's go home," I said.

"Okay," he said while walking with me. I stepped out of the hospital, only to be hit by the cold air. I rubbed my hands up and down my shoulders.

"Its so cold," I said.

"Come and get in the car, I will switch the heater on." He said while opening the car door. I immediately got in and he closed the door. He sat and started the car. My hands trailed down the heater button, as I pushed it on.

"So, where were you for 4 days?" I questioned him as he drove away from the parking lot.