Blurred Perfection. 59: Hospitalized.

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*YOUR POV*

I didn't stop trying to tear off the cuffs, it became easier when my wrists numbed from the pain cutting off my circulation. Although that wasn't a good thing, it did distract me. I heard sirens nearby and I watched as my dad jumped up and fled the scene, leaving my mom to lie on the floor. I wasn't sure how hurt she was, but she wouldn't answer my pleas, nobody would. Justin wasn't behind the door anymore, I could only hear police banging on the door. I cried, my make-up streaming down my face as my dad unlocked the window and disappeared from the house. I didn't want him to get away from this, he couldn't just leave and not be punished too.

My wrists were covered in blood, along with both of my hands, legs, and feet. I sat on the bed tugging at the chains, crying while the police pried open the doors. The door flew open and Justin ran to my side immediately, wrapping his arms around my blood covered body. My attention was on my mom lying on the floor as I screamed and cried out her name. Justin tried calming me, but I forced him away. A police came to me and got me out of the cuffs, pushing Justin even farther away. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to my mom, crying out for her.

"Mom.." I said as I shook her shoulder.

I rocked back and forth and screamed her name when she didn't answer.

"Mom, wake up! Mom!" I cried out.

I laid down on her chest, crying. I couldn't hear anything as I listened for my mom's heartbeat. Her chest didn't rise, nor fall... I could only hear silence as I laid in the blood next to my mom's lifeless body. Men in dark clothes stood around me, watching as I tried to recover my mom.

"Mom please. Don't leave me.." my voice trailed off as I stared at her.

I felt like she was the only person I had left. I felt Justin's hands grab my shoulder's and pull me back away from my mom. The paramedics took over and crowded my moms body. I tried getting out of Justin's arms, but he had a strong hold on me.

"I'm so sorry." Justin whispered in my ear as I stared at my mom's body.

I screamed and screamed as the detectives and paramedics and police, whoever they were, covered her body with a white sheet. I just wanted to see her beautiful smile, the one that I was comforted with in my darkest moments. But it was all gone now. They took me out of the room and I was led to the front yard, where I cried in Justin's arms. My hands trembled as I was carried out on a stretcher and was lifted into an ambulance. Justin sat in the vehicle with me as they strapped me down, advising me not to move too much. I stopped moving and starred at the lights above me. I just felt like dying, wishing that my dad had beat me instead of her. Tears stopped escaping my eyes as we drove down the road. It's like there was no emotion left in my body. I blocked out the voices of everybody around me and listened to the sirens. The continuous sound of them killed me more and more inside.

When I stopped moving and closed my eyes, the doctor became worried and shook me. But I never once bothered to open my eyes or move around. I just wanted to be alone, be with my mom, at peace.

"(YN), please answer me." Justin pleaded. 

My eyes shot open and I tried sitting up, realizing that I was strapped down on the stretcher still as we were led down the hall. I kept my eyes glued on each passing light above me. I couldn't move and I had no idea where they were taking me, but it didn't feel like a smooth ride. And my mind wandered elsewhere. I couldn't explain how I felt, nor how I wanted to feel.

I was moved to a different bed and taken in a room, with the only person being a nurse who aided to my every need. I noticed that I was on the first floor, so that it was easier to get me to different places.

"Alright, now I'm going to strip you so that we can get you clean okay?" she said in her sweet old voice.

I didn't move once as she slowly, gently peeled off my clothing and placed it in a bin by my side. I sat up and she helped me walk into separate room where I sat in a tub as she rubbed the blood off of my body. The water was drained multiple times, I watched the water go down the drain in a red color.

I had stopped all emotion and no expression was placed on my face as she dressed me in light clothing. The doctor came in and examined my naked body, making sure there wasn't any broken bones. My wrist was wrapped in a stretchy ace bandage, covering up my severe cuts from tugging the chains. I laid in a bed and stared off into the distance. The nurse cleaned up the room and I paid no attention to her actions as I laid there, wide awake, unable to fall asleep.

I tossed and turned all night, not being able to get any sleep what so ever. I couldn't even force myself to cry my emotions out. Justin wasn't allowed in the room, only my nurse and doctor.

"You get some sleep honey okay?" the nurse said, shutting off the dim light and shutting the door.

I was left in the dark room. I listened to the silence in my room, and the nurses outside of my room. They laughed and conversed, but I thought 'how can they be so happy?'.

I felt a bit drowsy, but every time I closed my eyes, the darkness scared me. I finally closed them for a few minutes, to maybe get some rest.

My attention turned towards the window as I heard a faint knocking on it.  I slowly got out of the bed and made my way over to it, sliding my feet across the cold floor. They ached badly from the pain, it was almost unbearable, but I just had to see what it was. I slowly inched the blinds up, only to reveal my father's blood covered face staring at me. I backed away, shaking my head in disbelief. I had to be seeing things.

"No, no." I said several times.

The window was opened and he started towards me. I breathed heavy as he creepily smiled and stood just feet away from me.

His angry groans echoed the room. I fell to the floor as he got closer, trying to crawl away. My back hit the bed and I was stuck, just like I was at the house.

I screamed.

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-Ana.