Darkness

I started out surrounded by lights, same as everyone, but they faded one by one. The one I loved was killed before me for being by my side, the one I trusted more than anything betrayed me and left for the sake of money, the ones who talked and cared for me...their kindness turned to hatred and fear. One by one, the lights around me died and I fell into darkness.

I started out wandering through dimly lit darkness, but as I walked the lights changed to be brighter- but dull. The last one who openly opposed me was shot to death, the last one who refused me was forced to leave, the ones that feared me came to like and revere me. My world is full of light, but it is fake and lifeless.

The first thing Amara noticed when she woke up was the smell of anesthesia and disinfectants. Within a few seconds a wave of pain crashed over her. Right, her siblings and mother had beaten her up yet again. It was Amara's bad luck to have ended up in the hospital again for the third time this month. When she was able to look around again, she noticed a note on the bedside table. Struggling, she squirmed over and picked it up.

"You useless trash, ending up in the hospital again. I hope you have enough money to pay the bills"

"Those leeches!" Amara prepared to throw the paper across the room, but before she could, the door opened. A tall man with dark, coffee brown hair walked into the room.

"Miss Blackthorn, please refrain from moving around when you are hurt." The man walked over and grabbed the note from her.

"Hmmm," he turned to face her. "You have to pay your medical bills?"

Amara turned her face away from him. "Yes, my family never does." She tried to keep her voice call and carefree, but failed miserably.

"Well...I'm afraid it will be quite expensive. You have a mild concussion, two broken ribs and deep cuts."

Amara winced. This was the most severe beating she'd had before, normally she was sent to the hospital to get some stiches, and that would be it.

"Additionally, you also have signs of malnutrition and starvation, so your recovery will be quite slow. You'll probably have to stay here for two weeks, and then be sent home and monitored. If you cannot stay at your home, you could stay here until fully recovered, but that would be much more costly."

"So how would it cost?" Amara was dreading the answer

The doctor paused before answering. "To leave in two weeks it would cost around $30,000 dollars, to stay until fully recovered would be closer to $80,000."

"Um...." Amara knew she didn't have enough money for either. "Would I be able to leave early?"

"I'm afraid I wouldn't allow you to leave earlier in your state. How much money could you pay?"

"$875 dollars," Amara replied turning away.

"Hmmm, how about a compromise?"

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