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And with that on with the story.



I remember vividly that night and morning. That you took something away from me....

We can never go back.....

Did you think you were some kind of god....

And thought I was that easy to control .....




Beep, beep.... I heard in the background. As I tried to take a breath, it hurt. Panicking, I began to choked.

" Marie, Marie ? Oh my goodness are you finally awakening for me after all this time. Let me call the nurse, " a horse male voice spoke that sounded vaguely familiar.

Hearing a chair move across the floor, footsteps. And a door open, soon after muffled voices.

I tried to calm myself down. I tried to move but couldn't let alone speak. Why ?

I tried to open my eyes again, found out I could barely perform this simple task. Why ?

Then at that same time a door swings open again, I heard plenty of footsteps. It felt like a group or even a crowd had formed around me.

I tried to move again but still I couldn't. What is going on ? Am I lying down ? Where am I ?

Then I heard someone move forward, my eyes came open but I didn't have a hand in it. And a bright light came into my vision it basically it felt like it was blinding me.

" Mrs. Cortez, Mrs. Marie Cortez ?" What I'm guessing is a doctor says but how did I end up in a hospital. And why was he calling me by that name. That wasn't my name. My name is Marie Wright.

Then a flash of memories came to mind but in bits and pieces. Of me crying, me yelling at someone.

And finally of me running down some stairs, out of a door to the outside.

Then nothing......

But these rushed memories wasn't the only thing going on. I began to shake, not in the calmly fashion. It was a full on seizure from what the doctors were shouting, then everything went black.

...................................

Next when I gained consciousness, I discovered I could open my eyes on my own.

And the first face I saw was his. I instantly felt repulsed by his presence. I tried to move several times but my body wasn't responding at all.

The only bodily functions I could do was move my eyes a little, of course cry. But this person misinterpreted it totally different as he said to me.

" Marie, Marie ? Are you happy to see me ? Is that the reason why you're crying, " he asked with his own tears forming his eyes. Which only made more upset. I hated not being able to move or say anything. It eat at me having to be this way, I cried more. And this guy caused everything, I refuse to even think his name because of what he's done to me.

He immediately ran out the room. And in what seemed like seconds, doctors were once again crowding around my bed again. Each bombarded me with questions. The only thing I did regards to that was to close my eyes, sigh.

" That's good Mrs. Cortez. We were right to remove the breathing tube, seeing as you can use your voice cords. And you're trying to breathe on your own. We're moving in the right direction, " He said astounded, his colleagues agreed with him.

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Weeks later, I was making progress. Passing all the tests they gave me. Physical therapy which was hard at first but I pulled through. All the while this bastard was by my side. I hated it so much.

I used it as fuel to be successful of my efforts to get out the hospital, away from him. But one thing that truly bothered me was I couldn't use my voice. Well just barely above a whisper then my throat began to hurt. The doctors told me it normal from someone in my condition, it'll be back in no time. So I agreed on what they told me but was it really going to be alright I told myself.

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On the day I was discharged I had some of my speaking voice back. And as the doctors and nurses wished me well on my journey home. I thanked them for all they had done for me. Hugging each one of them before being wheeled outside to an awaiting car.

That of Stephen, the guy that I was supposedly married to which was pounded into my head since the day I woke up in the hospital.

I still can't understand it, my family seemed to all agree on it. By how they were acting when they would visit.

Then suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts as I was lifted, was settled down in the backseat of an SUV. As I was strapped in with the safety belt, I felt anxiety creep it's ugly head.

I wondered where he was taking me or was I going home. What about school ? I just didn't know.

After noticing my inner turmoil he looked back at me through the rearview mirror, said " It's going to be okay. We're gonna get through this because you know why ? " when I didn't answer he went on to say, " It's cause I love you that's why, " he smiled as he pulled out, around from curb of the hospital's main entrance, onto the street.
















Okay I started another book. Ideas be coming in my head left and right. Excuse my errors.