How does one love?

Ivy I clung to the last of my energy. Pain radiated through my entire body, no other feeling could reach my mind. The gods truly did hate me, didn't they? If not, then why would I be left in the place I currently am? As far as I could tell, I had done nothing in my life to warrant the a***e and hatred I had received. Orphaned at age two, I never knew my parents. I had no family to take me in, no place to go and no chance of being adopted. Somehow, I had ended up in an institution; The golden chance. There I was beaten daily, fed once a week and constantly on the verge of death. None of the workers cared. They seemed to enjoy my pain. During my stay I never once saw nor did I hear another 'patient'. But I was always so tired and in so much pain that I had no chance of looking into why I seemed to be the only person being 'rehabilitated'. Every day my beatings were worse than the last, but they never beat me on my birthday. Lucky me. That was my life till my fifteenth birthday. On that faithful day, I was shipped to another location; Perfect Life. Spoilers! It was anything but. There I was tortured. They only ever bruised my face, hands and feet. For this I am thankful, purely because this gave me the hope that one day I would escape, and be able to live something that resembled a normal life. Today I had been dragged from my cell, nothing but an empty concrete room, and chucked into the back of a van. From there I was taken off to god knows where and thrown from a cliff. I know. How the hell am I still alive? Well, maybe the gods wanted to watch me suffer for just a little while longer before they finally let me rest along with the rest of the dead. Evan I didn't want to be here and yet I was. Ren had dragged me out to the bottom of a cliff to search for something. He doesn't even know! All he said was and I quote; 'We need to go to Blood cliffs, something is waiting for us'. So curious as to what it was he thought might be out here, I followed along. James had too, but he decided to stay in the car once we had arrived. That was nearly three hours ago. We have yet to find anything... I stopped walking. What the hell? Following the smell of blood, we moved closer and closer to the wall of the cliff. The sight before us was undiscribable. A girl lay unmoving on the jagged rocks. So much blood surrounded her, cascading down the rock she was on. Ren and I moved closer to the girl, an intoxicating smell filling my nose. I could tell Ren could smell it too. Cherrys and macadamia nuts. That's what the girl smelt like. Once we reached her, I gently lifted her into my arms and ran back to our car. A soft, nearly inadable thud in the girl's chest told me she was alive, just as the short shallow breaths did. Ren opened the back door of the car for me and I climbed in, forcing James to move over. "What the f**k?" He yelled, seeing the girl in my arms. The hour drive back to campus and to the onsite hospital felt too long. It did, however, give me time to study the beauty I held in my arms. Her skin was pale white. She had golden curls, a button nose and full pink lips. She looked like an angel, whom had fallen from the heavens. Dirt and blood covered her face, hair and clothes, but even that didn't stop me from seeing her endless beauty. *** It had been three days since we'd found her. She was yet to wake. None of us had been able to leave her side for any longer than an hour or two. Even then, it was t*****e to be away from her for a time as short as a minute. When we had arrived at the hospital, our little beauty was rushed into emergency surgery. None of them said it but I knew the doctors and nurses working on her believed she wouldn't survive. It was a miracle she was still with us now, and it pained me to know that. It hurt to know that if we had been a second later or if me and James had told Ren he was crazy and refused to come along, then she wouldn't be alive right now. We had been doing our school work from her hospital room, most of it still sat untouched. Our minds too preoccupied with the sleeping girl with us in the room to get anything finished. I sat watching her as the other two slept. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't close my eyes without seeing her once again bleeding, and so incredibly close to death on those rocks. I couldn't stop the scenes that played out in my head of what would have happened if we hadn't been there to save her, of all the horrid things she had gone through. I gently grabbed a hold of her hand, soft sparks and tingles erupting across my skin at the contact. Her hand was so small in mine, the skin there smooth, unlike the rest of her body. Every damn inch of her, excluding her face, hands and feet were covered in burns, cuts, bruises and scars. I wanted two things at this moment, the first being for the sleeping beauty before me to wake and the second being to hunt down and kill every person who ever dared hurt her. We were one-hundred percent sure of who she was to us, but none of us would admit it until she woke up, for no matter how strong we are, if she died we would all surely lose ourselves in grief. Till death do us part