Miriam's Tale

Part 3

The light hurt my eyes at first and it felt like every part of my body hurt. It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened to me then after a few more seconds the pain in my back made me sit up slowly and take the weight off my wings. My side hurt even more and carefully moving my hand along my side revealed the presence of stitches covered by bandages. My head had a bandage over my left eye where they had obviously put in more stitches.

The clock on the wall said it was a little after 10:00 in the morning.Amy walked in slowly and quietly and smiled when she saw me awake. It was nice to see a friendly face and not have to worry about hiding my wings since she obviously knew now. "Good to see you awake. I like the wings by the way. Now I know why something about you always seemed to be a little off and missing.

So how come you never told me about your wings? They're lovely and I'm jealous now." "My father hates them and tried to have them cutoff." "That's insane! They're lovely and complete you! Why would he do that?" "I don't know. He's crazy. He made mom so mad she left him without even saying goodbye to me. He tried to rape me and did this to me. He refused to tell me what he did to mother."

"He made me mad so without thinking straight I left, but I'm back now honey." My face lit upon seeing her. "MOM!" She hugged me then pushed the call button for the nurse. "They will want to ask you a bunch of questions then you will need to file a police report. This way we can maybe get your father into a treatment program and get him some help that is long overdue."

The nurse came in as I was explaining things to my mother about what father had done. Her smile faded and her eyes almost seemed to change color for a moment. It was almost as if she was something else for a moment and it was a bit scary. The nurse asked me a lot of questions and did some hand and eye coordination tests as well.

The three of us talked for some time before the police arrived to take my statement. My mother refused to leave the room while I gave my statement but she did not coach me or prompt me to stop or continue as I told the police every detail of the attack on me by my father.After this my body started to ache a little more so they gave me a minor pain pill. I had eight stitches in me thanks to my father and had lost a third of my blood volume before they managed to stop the bleeding. Right before the pain medicine knocked me out the nurse changed my now soaked diaper.

When my consciousness finally returned it was dark outside but my mother was still right next to me in a chair sound asleep and looking exhausted. My diaper was soaked and in dire need of being changed. I felt around and found the call button. A nurse came in a few minutes later and quietly changed me into a dry diaper then helped me sit up for a few minutes so I could stretch out my wings.

"She is worried about you and has not slept in almost a week. Go back to sleep now and heal some more then the doctor can answer your questions when you wake up again." I got a drink of water then allowed myself to go back sleep without any of my questions being answered. Looking back now it was a good thing. The truth would have terrified me and healing would have been a lot tougher on me.

The universe it seems has a perverse sense of humor. While asleep my dreams were haunted with visions of the boy I saw playing in the old auditorium. He was cute, but he had a girlfriend that was way better looking than me. I could hear his music and see him playing and looking at something in his guitar case. What was there about him that attracted me to him so much?