I was his...

Date: 10/21/2016

My dad had said that a man had wanted to meet with me, that he, the man had been interested with me and had wanted to speak over a dinner. When I met the man, it just felt right, but wrong at the same time. thats because I was only one of ten women that he thought was interesting. But somehow I got over it and ignored it, one of the last conversations we had, I said the wrong answer, I had said that once me and him were together I would build a hospital. But he didn't want to hear about where I thought my employment would be in the future, he wanted to know where I saw myself with this relationship. I can remember watching him walk out the door even when I begged him to stay. I followed him, even though I know I shouldn't have. I watched as he spoke with Rosalie, she spoke about making a school but before that she had spoken about how their life would have been. And then I watched the intense kiss they shared, feeling my heart breaking, I ran but of course things fell and he heard me leaving the store. I could hear his yelling "Sam! Come back here! You are going near that mountain! Stop!" but I couldn't, I didn't want to go back and face him, tears had been falling down my face as I kept running a branch scratched my side up and then I felt a man grip me around my waist but I fought. "Bring her back here!" was the last thing before they both fell into a deep mud, the man got out fast and pulled me out, but I had already passed out, from the stress and worry going through my mind.When I woke up I was in a sort of bedroom, I still was covered in mud but I could easily take care of that. So I got up and got into the shower and washed off the blood, but I felt as if something was wrong. My teeth felt like they were going to break. Once I was out of the shower Rosalie walked into my room and muttered "He wants to see you in five minutes...Just so you know, The kiss it meant nothing..." All I could do was look away from her and she muttered "Let me help you. I can brush your hair or I can pick out a dress for you." I didnt want help but it felt like if I was to speak I would break my teeth. Silently I picked up my tooth brush and started to brush them, I could feel them flaking off but I kept trying. I felt sick, Rosalie left the room as pieces of my teeth were coming off into the sink, I could hear him walking/running into the room and look at me before closing and locking the door. "Show me where you got cut." and immediately I lifted the dress I had put on and the cut had gotten worse. It looked like it was reaching towards my heart. My head was pounding as he picked me up and whispered "You need help. I need to fix this...". He laid me down on the ground and went to pick up a candle but I could feel myself going in and out of consciousness. He came back with a candle and lit it, holding it over my body "This should help you last till we get you to the house, I can help you there." but I kept going in and out as he held the candle over me. And then it was like I went out like a flame. The next time I woke up I was on a machine. I was weak but I was alive and he was standing over top of me. Watching me and making sure I was okay. And that's when I woke up, wish I understood what it all meant...