Blurred Perfection. 60: No One Left To Trust.

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*YOUR POV*

I closed my eyes and buried my face away as I pulled my knees up to my chest. I heard the nurse came running through the door and grabbed my arm. I opened my eyes to see nobody there but her.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I ignored her question as I stared at the window. The closed window, letting in absolutely nothing. Impossible, I thought. Tears streamed down my face and I felt shivers around my body as she touched me.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" she asked firmly.

I nodded and she helped me back into bed and called other authorities. They barged right into the room and I listened in on there conversation, even though I never took my eyes off of the window. I just didn't understand, was it a dream?... Everyone left except one nurse, who was staying in my room for the night.

I watched as she walked over to the window and closed the blinds. She was the nurse that first catered to me, washing away the dry blood. She sat at the corner of my bed in a chair, reading a magazine. She glanced up at me every now and then and caught me staring, she usually smiled. I tried finding my lost voice as I stared at her, trying to find the words to say.

"Did they catch him?" I asked.

She looked up and stared at me, not sure how to reply. She shut her magazine and stood, dragging her feet to the side of my bed.

"Sweetie, get some sleep. You've had a rough night, I'll see to you tomorrow morning."

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I woke up the next morning to see a different face sitting at the end of my bed. The man sitting there looked up at me and smiled. I scratched my head and sat up. The dark waves of my hair were let down and I ran my fingers through my now clean locks. I looked over to the window, to see the sun shining in and hear the birds chirping through the screen. Now it was open, and it was open wide. The door to my room opened and a doctor strode in and sat down to my left side.

"Good morning Ms. (YLN). It's nice to see that your awake." he said with a rather cheery voice.

I was having a hard time speaking, the words caught in my throat. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, then opened them all the way.

"Is she dead?" I said, grasping the sheets as I spoke.

He looked down at my hands and then back up at my face. Some time passed, leaving nothing but silence in the room.

"I'm so sorry. Your mother passed away last night at the scene of the crime." His soft voice cracked.

My heart ached and I tried holding back the tears. I'd never felt like this before. Scared. Traumatized. Paralyzed from the pain... I took a deep breath and felt uneasy to even talk anymore.

"D-Did he get away?" I stuttered.

"Your father... he fled and he has not been found yet. The police are searching everywhere, it won't be much longer before he's found, I'm sure of it."

The nurse left the room and I wanted the doctor to leave too. He sat there though, and stared out of the window as did I.

"Last night, you were found screaming and on the floor. Are you having trouble sleeping?"

I nodded. That's when I realized that this wasn't a doctor. He was a psychiatrist: trying to help me get through my loss. He kept questioning me and I only answered with simple nods, or the shake of my head.

My eyes flicked to the door when I saw it creak open.

"I'll see you later. Stay strong." he said before leaving the room.

Justin entered and slowly made his way to my bedside. I didn't need to look to see it was him, I could just sense it. I stared back out the window as he sat down beside me. I quickly turned my head when I felt his hand lightly touch my arm. I moved away quickly and my breathing increased as he stared at me.

"I'm so sorry." he said as he buried his face in his hands.

He turned away from me, and I could tell that I wasn't the only one in pain. I could hear his silent sobs as I reached out and touched his arm. He looked up at me a bit startled, and I grabbed his hand in mine. I couldn't smile, but the least I could do was to let him know that I still trusted him.

He squeezed my hand softly in his as he placed a soft kiss on the back and held it close to his face. I didn't want to talk, because I had nothing to say. Tears fell from my eyes for the second time and his hand reached up to wipe them away. I jumped when his thumb made contact with my face.

"It's okay, you're safe." he whispered.

I let him wipe my tears away and we sat there in silence. I just felt like... ...dying. I couldn't explain why, I just wanted to.

Justin never let go of my hand, keeping it close throughout the long, long day. He stayed in my room and never left even though we didn't talk once more. His presence sent me some comfort, but I would never be the same again. Not like before...

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-Ana.