Rya's POV: I walked down the hall ignoring the voices of the other beings. They shouldn't be alive. I know they were talking about me. What idiotic person thinks they are allowed to invade someone's space. It hurts. The pain. They don't know what happened. They have no idea how excruciating this is for me to go through. They don't know.... -Another Story brought to you part by the Mouflon Company BUMPERZ!?
~Earlier that week~ Rya's POV: I listened to the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. It smelled like Saline and rubbing alcohol. Medicine and water bags were everywhere. It wasn't pleasant. I was sitting here for over an hour in an office chair in the waiting room in the hospital. "She's okay!" My Aunt said rushing out of the room where my mom was. "Great." I said not exactly jumping for joy. "Oh dear! Whats wrong?" she asked me. I gritted my teeth. How could she ask that did she even care? My heart just caught on fire and burned a hole through my chest, how HOW? "your asking me what's wrong, when I'm supposed to sit here in the same hospital where dad died! And be happy that mom is alive? Sure yay! But I'm not done with the past and don't you dare give me crap about the future. Because I don't care. What I care about is dad." I told her with liquid stinging my eyes. Cry me a river? I could. I could cry so much to keep people without water alive. But I wouldn't. My aunt would just hug me. I don't want her to hug me. I don't want her to touch me. Above the monstrous amount of things I hate, touching me is the one that ticks me off the most. I have the right to have that don't I? Or not because right now everything is being taken away from me. Why should I care about "Space"? "Honey.." she said leaning in for a hug. The fury. The madness. The reckless motion of death gripping you is supposed to be comforting? I moved away. "Im going to see my mother." I said standing up and releasing myself from the office chair. "No." she said firmly. "Yes. Zinnia I don't have time for games. I will see my mother." I told her as stern as I could be. "If any volunteers or Nurses come I won't stop. I need to see her." I told her. "But Rya!" she said grabbing my sleeve. "DON'T!" I yelled as I walked into the room where my mom was. But it didn't look like she was okay. There were surgeons huddling around her like penguins. "What the hell?" I asked aloud. Questions swarmed my head and wouldn't leave. What where they doing to my mom? Why where the giving her surgery? Why did my aunt say she was okay? Was she okay? I walked over to the operation. "Miss you can't be here." a person with a painfully boring colored mouth mask told me solemnly. "Yes I can." I told them pushing them out of the way. "Get her out!" I heard someone yell. "What? How did she get in?" someone else said. Wait what!? "Excuse-me but that's my mom and no one gave you permission to do that!" i said. "Listen kid. I don't care if that's your mom! But you can't see her now please leave!" the person said grabbing my shoulders turning me around and pushing me out the door. That was it. I normally wouldn't do this but since I was in a "Sensitive mood" I did. "DO NOT TOUCH ME! THAT IS MY MOTHER NOW MOVE IT OR I WILL CALL THE COPS FOR YOU NOT GETTING F-CKING PERMISSION TO DO THIS TO HER!" I screamed as I walked back in the door. "No you can't because someone did give us permission." the doctor told me. "Who? No one could have because...." I trailed off thinking of the gruesome thought. "The Lady called Zinnia. Your "Moms" sister." the doctor said. That was it NOW I was mad
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Dedicated: lucky_star2468 FIRST BUMPER! thanks! Always important!!! :] Rya's POV: "How could you lie to me." I said as I walked through the extremely huge sliding doors. "I said she was okay..." Aunt Zinnia told me. Trying to make things okay. Trust is something you can't rebuild. I'll remember this. "You gave me hope." I said not realizing how saying that made me sound like a corny idiot. "I-" Zinnia started. "NO! don't try and say your sorry. Words can not fix this. I expected to see her sleeping or something not half her blood mushing everywhere and her scalp open!" I told her. I was extremely upset. Zinnia keeps trying to make everything right. No. That's not possible. "Why did you even lie to me? What kind of person does that? Making me all "estatic" and then having me cough up my own heart? It hurts Zinnia IT HURTS." I said sitting on the bus bench. "She's my sister and do you know how that feels?" she said trying to get me to feel sympathetic. In her dreams. I don't have feelings except for pain, sadness, deep depression. Sorry but this woman crossed the line when she told me my mother was okay and she is having surgery. "What's wrong with her?" I asked. "I don't know." she said bluntly. "Yes you do." I said as a slight breeze picked up and tickled my face. It was quite for a moment. "I honestly don't know." she said. "Liar." I said wondering what was wrong with her and why she wouldn't stop lying. Typical. "I don't know." she said. "IT'S TRUE! LIAR! SHUT UP IF YOU WON'T TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I screamed as I turned away. "Nothing can Hurt me more." I said very seriously. "She has h1n1.." she said crying. "Is this a joke to you?" I asked thinking. H1N1! IS THIS WOMAN A DRUNKARD? "She got stung by a bee." she said crying even more. "What the hell?" I asked standing up and walking away. "No! Okay she had H1N1 so the doctor gave her antibiotics to help her feel better faster because she's a very busy woman and can't afford to miss a weeks of work. So she took the prescription and then she got stung by a bee. The poison of the bee had gotten into her blood system and had an effect on the antibiotics. Since she didn't bother taking the stinger out. There was a huge infection and that attracted more deceases. Including cancer." zinnia told me. "That's insane..." I told her. "But I believe it..f-uck.." I started off on going home. "Where are you going?" Zinnia asked. "TO DIE IN A HOLE!" I said feeling raindrops on my head. I wasn't sure I was crying because of all the rain. "But you said it wouldn't hurt you!" she said. I turned around. "CUT THE CRAP! I LIED! JUST LIKE YOU AND YOUR EFFING A-SS DID!" I shouted my hair soaked.
Dedicated to: Miranda77777 FOR ABSOLOUTLEY NO REASON AT ALL! Zinnia's POV: That child is such a pain in the áss! ___________________________________ Rya's POV: Once inside my house I locked the door. I did not want zinnia to get in. She is being a total b'tch... -KNOCK KNOCK- I rush to open the door. "No zinnia you ant come in after you lied an-" but I was cut off. By a very different person standing at my door. "I am from Campfire Flowers and I am selling cookies!" she said happily. "Little girl I do not want to buy cookies." I told her firmly. "But my mother says I have to sell thirty boxes or she will hit me again!" she said turning scared. Good actor.... "But please don't tell her I said this or she will cut me!" she told me. What In the world? "Uhm why are you telling me this?" I asked quite curiously. "BecUse it's the 62nd house today, I know this because my mom yells at me for not selling thirty boxes in 61 houses. Your the 62nd. Plus I'm really tired and cold!" she said and she started to cry. "Well...." I started. "I'll buy one box I guess." I said depressed still. "Thank you so much miss!" she said as she ticked of something on her clipboard. I looked closer. It had 7 check marks. SEVEN? only and in 62 houses? I checked my wallet. "Here's ten bucks." I said handing her the bill. "Wow!" she said beaming. She handed me four boxes. "Your welcome!" I said very fake. She trailed along carrying her blue wagon down the rocky path with I don't know how many boxes of cookies! Suddenly she stopped and came back. "Why are you sad?" she asked. What in the world? "Well my mother is not feeling well." I told her having NO IDEA WHY I WAS TALKING TO A SEVEN YEAR OLD! "Mine either. She's up there." she pointed to the sky. "But you said your mother...." I trailed of thinking of the nicest way possible to ask this. "wanted you to sell cookies!" I finished. "That's not my mother. She wants me to call her that but she's not my real mom! She said she got me from a person!" the little girl explained like she knew the whole story. "Oh.... My name is Rya. And it was very nice to meet you!" I told her. "Well my name is Alicia!!! And I'm seven!" she said quite proud. Then a sudden urge came over me. I tore open the cookie box and gave her one. "Here. Have a cookie. And have a good day!" I said. She took the cookie and then said a quick "Thank you." she ate the cookie fast then ran to a blue car Which I'm guessing her "mom" was inside. I heard a scream and I winced. Poor girl. If only I could do something. Wait... Just because my life is miserable doesn't mean I can let this girl's be as well.