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
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
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
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
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
“Willow, if you don't talk to us, then we can't help you”, my doctor said for the millionth time as I sat there staring blankly at the table in front of me. I wish there was some way that I could tell them that there was no point in trying to fix me. I was beyond broken and there was nothing that they could do that would ever help me. I could feel the frustration and exhaustion in her voice as she let out a heavy sigh and placed her clipboard down. She removed her glasses and rubbed her nose before saying, "That's enough for today, Willow."I stood up silently. As I walked out into the hall, I made the choice to go to the bathroom. I reached for the door, and it swung open suddenly, causing me to step back in surprise. The warden, Mr. Johnson, emerged from the bathroom in front of me.My hands trembled with fear as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with malice. I tucked my hands into my armpits in an attempt to hide my shaking body. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet
The nurse did the bedtime check as she did every night. I sat on my bed, staring off into the darkness. When I could feel myself starting to panic, I closed my eyes tightly and tried to focus on my breath. But no matter how hard I tried, Steve's voice kept echoing in my head, taunting me with his words from our last fight."Willow, you're pathetic. You'll never be good enough for anyone," he sneered in my mind.I covered my ears, trying to block out the sound, but it was like a relentless storm that wouldn't let up. The air around me felt heavy and suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had cried enough over him.Suddenly, a wave of emotions washed over me, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The sound echoed through the room, piercing and raw. Lights flicked on and people rushed in, trying to calm me down. They touched me gently, but their presence only made things worse.I coul
Braxs povI sat on the ground holding her for hours as her body shook uncontrollably. Nurses came and went checking in on her. As the sun began to rise, I felt her body relax, telling me that she was finally asleep. I carefully picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I brushed her hair away from her face, my heart aching at the sight of her so vulnerable. The image of her sitting alone on the floor last screaming still haunting my mind. Miss Callie entered the room, breaking me out of my trance. “Would you mind coming with me to have a chat about willow?” she asked. I hesitated, not wanting to leave Willow's side. But I knew I needed to hear what Miss Callie had to say.I leaned down, kissed Willow on the forehead, and whispered, “ I love you,” before following Miss Callie out into the hallway.As soon as I was out in the hall, she asked, “Would you like to go to my office so we can talk in private?” She closed the door behind me. I shook my