Her name is Ugly
Chapter 4She awoke in a hospital room. Tubes running every which way out of her veins, monitors hooked to heart and the ever-present beep that now made sure her heart was still, in fact, pumping.
A young man stood in the corner of her room, whistling to himself as if he were in a candy store rather than the hospital.
Her head pounded like a three-day hangover. “Shut up,” she snarled at him, massaging her temple.
He turned around, his eyes wide as they immediately started to trace the scar.
“Stop staring. It’s rude.”
A smirk played over his lips, lighting his face up like an angel. “You’re rude.”
She tried to hide the smile that was forcing its way to her lips, but she ignored the feeling of tender happiness as she, herself, traced the tubes veining from her arms.
“My name’s Declan by the way.” He paused. “I’m the one who found you.”
Smiling, David looks at her new friend. Not for long, she thinks. “Found me what?”
His smirk falters, he starts to wring his hands together. “Uh.. um-“ he pauses, taking a deep breath. “Killing yourself.”
A laugh comes out faster than she can stop it, “no s***, Declan.”
He awkwardly stands beside her bed, tugging at his hands.
“Declan,” she says quietly, “I’m only human.”
He just shrugs his shoulders and turning on his heel, he leaves.
The door closes silently behind him, leaving a trail of questions behind, but before she has time to answer any of them, Woman walks through the swinging door.
“David! You’re awake! Oh,” her face crumples, her composure weakens. “Y-you…I-I… I almost lost you!” she blurts finally, tears falling from her cheeks in a steady downpour.
You would think David would cry along with her mother, the petite woman that raised her, but, no, David sits silently, regarding her mother with acute awareness as she tries to lull herself back to sleep.
She’s running now. Running in the same alleyway that took away Beautiful, that took away the only humanity that kept her afloat in the family that she seemed to drown in.
In a world that seemed to suffocate her.
The man trails begrudgingly behind, the knife dangling in his hand by the tips of his fingers. His words slur as he calls out to her, “Davidd…comee… heree…”
Her heartbeat doesn’t stop pounding as her heavy breaths fill her ears, blocking out the approaching sirens and the heavy trudge of footsteps.
The man keeps talking but he doesn’t once falter, even as the alcohol he had drank enters his bloodstream.
The man appears in front of David, moving faster than he had before.
Her run slows, her breaths become tortured, her movements stiff with each passing turn.
Before long, David is on the ground, weeping as her body gives out.
The man sits on top of her, digging the knife in on the other side of her face, digging it deeper than the other side.
She doesn’t feel the pain, but instead feels the steady raindrops that wash away the blood. The dank concrete that sticks to her clothes and the small pebbles pushing into her back, piercing her skin like the knife the man holds in his hand.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, carving her face into an asymmetrical Ugly.
“I won’t,” David whispers back, right before grabbing the knife from the man.
And plunging it into her own throat.
The nurse heard the girl startle awake, the terrified scream bursting from her room and echoeing down the halls like an asylum.
Brushing her hands off from the sandwich that lay half-eaten in front of her, she scurries down to her patients room.
Not knocking before entering, she takes a step into the room.
Only to find her patient on the ground, weeping into her hands, her scar glinting in the moonlight streaming through the window.