My Fallen Angel

“I said, Hey baby what’s you doing in a place like this all by your lonesome” The guy who has a hold of my arm says.

My first reaction is to hit him, but I don’t swing at him because he’s drunk and smells like my ex. I look at him in fear and scream

I hear someone faintly ask where I’m at and answer quietly as I stand there in fear

A bunch of other guys, I’m assuming the guy who has a hold of me’s drinking buddies, come up to us and start to touch me. I just stand there shaking and trying to hold in my tears.

A car pulls up and a familiar voice yells “Get away from her right now or I swear to god”

The guys scamper away except for the one that first grabbed me

“I said, get away from my girlfriend or I’ll beat the shit out of you” The familiar voice growls

“Yea, yous an what army?”

“I don’t need an army”

I hear the first punch as the guy drops my arm. I fall to my knees and hold myself. I can’t cry. I won’t cry. I kneel there shaking, the tears threatening to escape. I feel every sound of punching as if whoever is fighting is hitting me. I can feel all of it; every punch, every kick, every throw. The tears cloud my vision and I fall to the cold concrete. Everything hurts as I cry and hold myself tightly, wishing it all away.

Suddenly, the fighting stops, but I can still feel all of it. Not a hand has been laid on me, but I’m in so much pain, as if every one of those hits was on me.
The familiar voice starts talking again.

“Jess, are you alright?” He asks

I don’t answer.

“Jess, talk to me, everything’s okay now”

I just lay there

“Jessicka? Please answer me” He’s pleading now

Shaking, my vision still blurry from the pain

“I’m taking you back to my place, alright?”

He picks me up and puts me in the back of his car

“Jessicka, please tell me you’re alright”

I don’t say a word

“If you don’t answer I’m taking you to the hospital”

Not a word

“Alright”

We drive the rest of the way in silence

“Jess?” He asks as the car comes to a stop

He sighs and opens his door and comes around to me. He lifts me out of the car and to a sitting position on the edge of the seat. I still can’t see through the pain and I’m not sure if I’m crying. Everything is numb, yet I can still feel everything.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get the nurse”

When he leaves I wobble to a standing position and start walking down the parking lot.

“Jess” He yells and I come to an abrupt halt, ready for more pain “Jessicka, come back to the hospital, you need help”

When he puts his hand on my arm I flinch in pain and yelp

“Jess, it’s me, Andy”

The name sounds familiar, but it can’t be. The only guy I’m allowed near is him. Whoever this is has to be out to bring me pain

“Why is she acting like she doesn’t know me?” He asks

“I’m not sure, we have to get her inside so the doctor can look at her” A man, I’m assuming the nurse, answers

They coax me into a wheel chair and roll me into what I’m guessing is the hospital.

They roll me straight into a room and a doctor comes in almost immediately

“Sir, can you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know, she’s had herself locked in her room for two weeks now and when I called her I heard the phone drop and her scream, so I asked her where she was. She answered me almost too quietly or me to hear, but I did hear her so I drove down to this bar and there were these guys outside touching her, like bad kind of touching her so I yelled at them to get away”

“Has she had problems with alcohol before?”

“Well, I mean, yea, not her drinking it, but her ex was an abusing bastard who beat her”

“Did all of the men leave when you yelled at them?”

“No, there was still one guy who had a hold of her arm”

“Did you two fight?”

“Me and the guy? Yea, he was touching my girlfriend”

“What happened when you started fighting?”

“Well, when he let go of her she fell to her knees and was shaking really badly. She has an anxiety disorder.”

“Did anything happen when the first punch was thrown?”

“She like, laid down on the sidewalk all huddled together”

“Well she’s acting like she’s in pain, did anyone hurt her?”

“I don’t think so; she was just standing there when I got there”

“I’ll look over her for any injuries”

The doctor begins examining me and when he lifts up my shirt and panic again and start to try and hide.

“Uh shouldn’t, like, a female be doing that?” The guy who calls himself Andy asks

“I’ll go get a nurse” The doctor says

After the nurse looks me over and concludes that I have no injuries, the doctor starts asking questions again

“I’d say she’s suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder”

“PTSD? Really? I mean, she has anxiety, but I didn’t think it was that bad”

“Does she have any family you can contact?”

“No, they died a while ago. She’s only got me and a couple of other friends”

“Any female friends?”

“Yea, Annabelle”

“Can you get in touch with her? A familiar female voice may be easier for Jessicka to recognise”

“Yea, of course, anything”

He dials Annabelle and tells her, whoever she is, that I’m in the hospital and I instantly hear someone yell

“What?!” I hear whoever Annabelle is screech over the phone.

The doctor and nurse have left the room for now and Andy puts the phone on speaker

“She’s in the hospital; they think she had a PTSD episode”

“I don’t give a damn what they think she had, get her out of there, now” She says through what sounds like gritted teeth

“What’s the problem?”

“The problem, Andrew, is that she’s not human”

“So?”

“She has a completely different blood type from any human, if they find out... God Andrew you’re an idiot” She yells the last part

“I didn’t know”

“You of all people should’ve known! Ugh how can you be so stupid!?”

“Well I don’t know how the fuck to get her out now. Besides, what was I supposed to have done? She was completely unresponsive, I was worried, and I didn’t know what was happening”

“Called. Me.”

“Well how in the fuck am I supposed to get her out?”

“I don’t know, you brought her there, figure it out, genius” The girl is still yelling

“Just come down here and help me. Maybe you can calm her down and they’ll just release her”

“Fine, I’m on my way”

With that, the Andy guy hangs up and slumps down in the chair next to my bed

“I’m such an idiot” He grumbles into his hands

Notes

Hope you like all the dialogue. Had to have a lot of talking since Jessicka isn't exactly thinking straight right now

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