Victim's Family
Disclaimer:Mention of rape, bullying and misuse of power. If you are someone going through this refer to a responsible and sensible adult near you. And always remember It's never your fault regardless of whatever you think your emotions were at the moment, You are a warrior don't compare yourself to a disgusting abuser. Thoughts don't describe you action does.
Su ling
"We are going to the ER there you will have to sign some documents as the legal guardian. Then I'll take you to the ICU you'll have to wait outside. You have money on you right-
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
"I have money, my credit card" says with a heavy voice Barely holding himself together.
All the process went up my head. I couldn't stop the shivering of my body. My brain previously numb started asking so many questions and I couldn't answer even a single question.
As if on drugs it started creating fantasies of this being a lie but each time as I answer a question, fill a form.
Run with doctors from one end to the other paying for medicines I hardly know about.
Signing documents I know nothing about, even the explanation were going above my head.
I just wanted for this to be a lie. Please be a dream. Please be a dream. So I could call this a nightmare and move on.
I have long stopped praying, never asked for anything. The last time I prayed was on my 12ty birthday in the Orphanage, maybe that's why I am paying the price now. Because I stopped asking.
It's all my fault universe is taking revenge through Ana right because I only have her.
Another medicine, more blood and some new method, reassuring me after each slip she'll be OK, these minutes stretch into hours. I understood what it feel like when time goes slowly but you feel yourself aging, these few hours felt like days to me. Stretching and Stretching with no end.
It feels like I have been running in these hallways all my life from ICU to ER to the laboratory services to the hospital pharmacy.
Not once have I been told what happened to my sister.
As I run and run and run, I understand how old I am, my body shiver and whimper as I push a thought as I coax myself she is my boss, she'll be alright.
She is my sister. She is the strongest.
I never felt more alone, miserable and pathetic in my life.
As I run and run in the hospital getting medicine after medicine to the doctors who take the medicine with nothing to say except a reassurance or just simple words like pray for her. I wish praying was easy.
I feel like screaming who should I pray to when I was never in the list of people who were listened.
I slump on the floor hard. The cold floor below anchors me. It is a miracle that my life is bleeding, in pain, yet I am breathing. A miracle indeed...
I pray, I pray for her life. I pray for forgiveness.
Anything but her. Anything but not her. Not my only family. Not my only light. Not my life.
I just started living. I'll die.
PleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleaseplease
Anything take away whatever you want but not her.
As I wish, As I beg with every breath, the sentences in my head came to halt hearingthe thud the door of the ICU door which swing open with doctors coming out one by one.
I look at them, I dare to look at the world once again with hope, with prayers, with my everything.
But I was rejected once again. Every single word out of the doctors mouth were as if I was getting electrolated.
Osang Yu (head surgeon)
"I am sorry, For your loss. We tried our best, but the patient condition was very critical"
Osang Yu (head surgeon)
"She was abused very badly after she was raped multiple types because of her already present health issues the situation got more and more critical"
Osang Yu (head surgeon)
"We did everything, I am so sorry for your loss"
Su ling
The police is already here, this is a police case. Samples have already been collected from the victims body and are sent to the forensic lab, so atleast we can assure that the perpetrator doesn't get away.
After saying those words the doctor walked away but Hayden his world was set ablaze.
He wanted to scream. There is no victim here, he didn't want a victim he wanted IIiana Alan back. His sister is a pure sweet 17 years old girl with dreams and life ahead. What do you mean raped? Abused?
This time he didn't slump down his body crashed with thud on the floor. As if his aging body couldn't hold the weight of the words.
Iliana Alan was going to an Amazing Artist. Iliana Alan is not a victim b-but the goosebumps in his body said otherwise the tears from his eyes weren't from his sister winning a trophy, they were telling another story.
A story Hayden Alan, saw on news and said a few words of condolences and moved on. Was now a book he'll never be able to close nor be able to read further... Because this time it was Hayden Alen & A Victims Story.
Because Iliana Alan was Hayden Alan last connection to humanity.
No one noticed how Hayden Alen went rouge, each breathe he took spoke more of rebellion than of acceptance. Because Hayden Alan didn't allow them to notice.
-Two weeks Later-Present Time-
Staying In a village and a Cheap apartment, his mind swirl with the events of the last two week.
After Iliana's death, The following events went in a blur. There was media, the police occasional visits and the people encouragement and pity.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
The police found the gang as per them the kidnapped iliana while she was heading towards the party place. At that iliana was going to through a welcoming party to the fresher students with the other seniors. They kidnapped her abused her badly than the-they" takes a deep breath "raped her" After they threw her in that condition In alleyway."
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
"They said she was lucky that a passerby found her and send her to the hospital".
Lucky, they called her lucky.
The world rejoiced when the abusers were caught, they were sentence to life in prison. People did little protest and also did ceremony putting flowers after flowers on her grave.
All this happened in two weeks.
Two weeks which Changed Everything, I know about life.
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