Life, K. Green [rosie project txt] 📗

many machines. I am watching myself. Dying in a hospital? Who am I kidding… who will want to die like this?

Bright light came of the door. A woman stepped out of it.

“Come on Cath. You are ready to come with me. You wanted his right?” she said.

All the 6 years came through my eyes. All the ills, the rivers of tears. Every fight, every punch, every hit. The whole searching in the woods all alone. I was scared a lot when they raped me for first time. When the door was opening again and again, and the small hope when I heard a different voice. When I saw Styles for the first time after all this years. I was happy. Happy to see my family and friends again, I was dead on the dirty streets, or buried in the backyard.

“Come on Cath” the angel said again and raise her hand. I shook my head and went outside of the hospital

Everybody were sitting on the cold, snowy ground. Holding candles. Some were crying like Ron, Ra and Styles. Others were staying silent looking the building and listening what’s happening inside. I heard Maria, yeah what one operation is, front 6 years of pain?

I have to survive, for my pack, for my parents, for my friends. For Styles. I have dreams, to have my own family, job that ill like, to visit so many places. To make Styles happy.

“Load on 200. Beware” I showed next to my body again and looked the angel

“No. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not any time soon in the future.”

“As you want. Kiss your body Hun. Take care of yourself Catherina, and don’t live reckless” I nodded and stepped near my body and kissed my own lips. I didn’t wait so much time to die on a table.

Thump.

My heartbeat started…

Thump, thump.

I will survive and I won’t anybody to kill me, because this time I’ll fight until I die.

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Few days later

 

I next few days, I was hearing sounds around me. Quiet crying, and calming words. I have heard every conversation in this room. Every doubt I’d live, and every worried cry and move. Every caress of my hair and cheeks. Numerous of times I heard small fights, between who, I don’t either. I am alive after all, why you guys should make dramas? Typical family, if you ask me.

 

When I woke up, Styles was sleeping next to me on the bed. His face is calm, but he has black circles under his eyes. Oh my poor man, are you that tired?

I cover my eyes, ugh so bright… I look around. The room is in warm colors. The walls and floor are in brown. Not in the usual white rooms, which is way better. There are so many flowers, the scent is mixed. There are balloons with helium. Some are tied on my bed, rest on the ceiling.

I remove my hand from my eyes and look my nails. My nails are in sky blue color and I am dressed in my sky blue pajama. I groaned, so uncomfortable bed. I stood up from bed and stayed a bit stand still to feel my legs again, now I know what the meaning of cheese hands or legs is. I go into bathroom. I haven’t looked my reflection in them mirrors for a while.

My face is not that pale, I am still skinny, like I had a disease of anorexia. I used my wolf eyes, and they glowed in the mirror. I look myself again. My skin is recovering, my hair too which right now got my hair cut… they didn’t have courage to cut it short. Right now my hair just to my knees. I unbuttoned my shirt and looked myself again. I have a bandage around my breasts. I remove it. Oh look… another scar, starting from my cleavage, and went under my boobs, I sighed and felt sharp pain. Fuck. I remove the shirt completely and looked my back. It shocked me. Scars are all over my back, long, thin, thick, short… all the scars you could think of. Depends from the whips they were taking. My tattoo… seemed cut.

I dressed up and went outside of the room, I don’t want to watch myself anymore in the mirror. I am ugly. How can they love somebody like this?

I know the hospital, very well. I’ve been here so many times. When I was child… I was… oh well, clumsy. I always had wounds or broken bones. I knew almost all nurses and doctors in here. I am walking in the hall and most of them are smiling me and greeting. I liked this hospital because it had, play room. On every 2-3 floors you have special room. The patients can’t always stay in their room’s right? I went into the big room.

I sit in an armchair which was one of back lines, and look around. They made it better than last time I was here. The floor is with red carpet, the armchairs were in wine red. The walls were brighter, creamy colors. I looked the big screen front me. They were showing a movie, which I recognized as “Men in Black”

“For first time here?” I heard a male voice, I look beside me, there’s was a literally a kid. He was cute. Around 19-20 years old, as I can see. Short hair, military hairstyle, brown eyes and hair

“No” I answered “They made it different.”

“Why are you here? Broken leg or arm? Since when you are here”

“Broken ribs. I don’t know actually since when I’m here” I stay silent and look the movie. So since I was kidnap in a basement, every generation was getting worse and worse ha?

“Let’s go on a date?”

“You are annoying”

“Yea, I’m always annoying when I want something” he sat on the chair next to me and moved his hands around my shoulders, and moved closer, in the same I moved back. The door opened and my handsome man with white armor came. 

“Look I said” and put my hand on his face and pushed him back, he almost fell. “I am not interested in boys. So please, move before you get hurt.”

“By who?” he snorted

“By me” I heard Styles and he sat next to me and pulled me to him, and looked the boy mockingly “What are we watching?” he asked

“Men in Black”

“You had to wake me up”

“I wanted you to sleep a bit, I can judge by your face you haven’t slept from long time.”

“Thanks”

“And you are…?”  The boy asked

“Too old for you” I laughed loud, and I saw few people turning back “Tomorrow you can go home, thank god we heal fast, so we can rid of annoying little people”

“Yea I know. Well I feel little strange probably from the medicines” he touched my forehead

“You ok?”

“I need some sleep and I’ll be alright”

 

At the next morning, Styles prepare my luggage, so we can go home.

“From now on I won’t lose you from my sight”

“Too… how the word was, I messed up… hard if you ask me”

“Well, your mother prepare Family dinner tonight.”

“Why she didn’t tell me? You’ll be there too?”

“Of course” he said and handed me the jacket, but in same time my father’s friend came in.

“Cath I want to make last check of your scars, and I’m letting you go”

He started checking my head, throat, eyes and knees, back and then the ribs. His hands were moving everywhere on my body. He was asking me stupid questions like ‘Does it hurts?’ and ‘what you feel here’

After ten minutes I stepped back

“Ok enough” I said 

“I’m checking your ribs if they are healed properly”

“You just touch my breast and nothing more.”

 

I dressed up and took my things. We went outside to Styles’s car. The while time I didn’t stop watching him. He’s changed a lot. How come? I looked his hair, his profile face, hands, body and he says he’s virgin? He moved awkwardly

“You drive me crazy, what’s up?”

“Are you virgin?”

“Yea…”

“Your physical shape, handsome, charming… and how like that are virgin? Why didn’t you lose it until now?” he stopped in the car front the traffic lights “25 and virgin and my mom was arguing with me”

“Is it that bad to do it with my mate?”

“I didn’t said that, but it won’t be the same, I am not anymore. My first time went into the hell.”

“For me you are still virgin, unless you sleep with me.”

“Really?”

“Mhm” 

“Another question, why you always try to control me?”

“You are hardheaded” he said slow “talk too much, and you don’t listen to people” What?

“This means..?”

“You are uncontrollable.”

“What? Me?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Do I look surprised to you?”

“Actually little annoyed”

“The…”

“Ok look Cath” Oh god the long speech again, I roll my eyes. I take my phone and put the headphones in my ears. I turned on the music “Nobody told you that because they love you” Soo you don’t love me?

“You don’t listen to people, talking too much, you get angry without a reason. Cath are you listening to me? Cath?” he looked at me “ For that I was talking about.”

We stopped front the house. Without saying a word I went into my room.They haven’t touched anything, just mint scent. He slept here

But what the fuck? I heard everything even with a music. Ok maybe I am hardheaded, but… everybody is a bit right?

“Nobody told you that because they love you”

So he tells me this because he doesn’t love me.  Cute enough.

Chapter 14

Style’s P.O.V

 

3 hours later everybody were here. We were around 30-35 people, sitting inside the house. The living room and the kitchen are connected so we just putted few more tables, to make one big. Everybody is enjoying the warm house with a lot of laugh and whiskey or wine in hand.  

The babies, baby boys actually, were in their mother’s laps, some kids were running around the house, screaming and laughing loud. There are also teenagers, between 15 and 19 years old, talking about music and games, some were listening music in their ears and reading magazines. Elder people were talking about Cath, some about their hobbies. I am helping Kate with Maria around the house.

After 10 minutes we served the dinner, now everyone are sitting on their places at the table, nobody was reading magazines or listening music. I see respect into their eyes to everyone.

“So Alex, brother, where is your daughter” said Cath’s uncle, brother of Alex. Name Kristofer 

“I think she’s sleeping.”

“You think? Why she’s not with the others? You haven’t taught her well”

“Kristofer! Shut up!” his mom and wife said together. But his mother kept going. “I won’t listen you how you talk about her like that! My only granddaughter!” all voices on table went silent.  “She came back before a week, after such nightmare, if she was your daughter, would you like to be on the table?”

“No mother”

“I thought the same.” Her grandma is really young, I admit it. Long dirty blond hair and yellow eyes. Tall, her character is… strange to be honest but she’s proud to call herself a wolf. Name, Kathryn. I smirked on the other side of the table. I am sitting with the teens because I find more topics to talk about. Few mins everyone were eating in silence, just our group