She shot up. It must have only been a dream again. She made to get off her bed, but she was stopped by her mother's warm touch. Her African beauty, beliefs and morals made her always look up to her Luna. Her mother her saviour, her queen and she broke down crying and her mother hugged her.
"Miss Marx. This is detective Collins. We have assigned him to your case."
Grateful she sat up straight, but her mom just gently pushed her back. She faced the screen in confusion. Clearly her mother would want her abuser to pay for his transgressions. Maybe she already handled it. Surely Parker was executed for breaking countless laws of the pack. She looks up to her mother who refuses to meet her gaze.
"Doctor, I told you this is a family matter."
"Mam. Your daughter came in her with multiple fractures through out her body, probably has a concussion and we have evidence of forced entry."
"Luna. The marks and scars on her body are yet to heal. Her body is extremely malnutritioned, and there is evidence of forced entry... mam. Whoever is responsible for everything your fifteen-year-old daughter has been through is still out there."
"I have heard your complaints doctors. Allow me to speak to my daughter first."
"Luna-"
"I wasn't asking."
The doctors who tried to plead her case and the detective bowed before they left. What is her mother doing? Common her mother would never allow anyone to harm and degrade her value in such a fashion. She smiled at her mother praying that she will finally choose her. She's not been a great mother in the past given she abandoned six- to seven-year-old alone in the house. When she did not die from that she began leaving her for days, weeks, months and all she asks is that she choose her.
"Honey, Parker is family..."
Everything after that sentence is irrelevant her mother chose her new family over her, again. She pulled away from her touch and stared at her as I would a stranger. The detective entered with her mother in the room of course to monitor everything. It is useless, although there is evidence if the Luna testifies his innocence... Parker will be deemed innocent. She said nothing to the detective for so long he left only giving a sad pat of her shoulder.
She sobbed for all her life is worth, she means nothing in this pack. Her mother tried to comfort her, but she stiffened holding onto her aching body. Eventually, no thankfully visiting hours are done. She sat alone with pitiful tear that mean nothing anymore. Almost an hour later the two doctors that stood up for her entered her private ward. They comforted her as she hyperventilated.
The fingers are numb, her toes feel like picks and needles. She has this agonising ache in her chest and stomach. Once one of them got up to inject something to her drip. They comforted her empathising with her situation. She fell asleep after crying so hard on their laps. Only the doctors had enough humanity to know that she did not deserve everything that happened. They promised to come back once she wakes, she did not want to let go but she can't prevent them for performing their daily responsibilities.
.
She came to slowly, her world swirling back into focus like a tide retreating from chaos. As promised, the two doctors were at her side. Before she could gather enough strength to sit up, they gently helped her, one supporting her back while the other offered a cool glass of water. The first doctor had hair that flowed like a river of midnight silk, cascading over her shoulder and even resting lightly on the edge of the bed. The strands shimmered under the sterile hospital light, catching glints of violet as if kissed by stardust.
The second doctor was no less captivating her presence marked by an ethereal glow. At the centre of her smooth, deep-brown forehead sat three faintly glowing diamond-shaped marks, arranged like a constellation, pulsing softly with a calming light. They weren't tattoos or paint they were alive, shifting subtly with her emotions. There was a serene power in her gaze, as if she saw not just the body but the soul.
Both women were breathtaking in their own right, but Alexandria only focused on what made them different. Perhaps it was because she herself was different. Her eyes burned with a rare amber hue that swirled with flecks of blue intense, unnatural, and often whispered about. Strange for a black girl, they said. Strange, yes but she sees the beauty in their strange.
"You... you're a healer."
"Listen, Alexandria," the one with the glowing diamond marks said gently, "we want to help you get away from here."
"You do not deserve to belong here."
She said nothing. Mute. But they continued, unbothered by her silence. They wanted to help her.
"Tomorrow," the other doctor said, "just pretend to be in pain... uh, more pain than usual."
"Nay and I, we'll think of something. We'll help you."
She knew exactly how they could help. She drank more water and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. They gently coached her to breathe, told her that anything she said mattered even if it felt small or irrelevant.
"L-lap... top-p," she finally croaked out.
She needed access to a laptop. All the doctors had with them were their phones and without hesitation, Nay handed hers over. Alexandria tapped slowly at first, fingers trembling, then more confidently. She turned the screen toward them.
"Does anyone know about this?" Nay asked.
Alexandria shook her head.
"Good. Wow... are these your grades?"
She nodded.
"Wait—you're turning sixteen and a senior?"
Another nod. She had skipped a grade and started school early. She didn't consider herself a genius—just someone good at remembering things.
"These are amazing. Perfect grades. What do you want to apply for?"
Alexandria pointed at the screen. Her first choice: Art. Second: Law. Third... she paused, then tapped again to change her first choice. Medicine.
She looked up at the doctors, her eyes wide but hopeful. She wanted to be like them—the ones who saw her, the ones who tried to save her. She smiled faintly and hit submit on her final, perfected draft.
It was the first time she had ever done it. Not just said she would escape and build her own life but actually taken the step. She saved her application to the cloud, just in case. So, she could reach for it... whenever and wherever she finally got free. She looked at the doctors, eyes shimmering with a tear she didn't let fall.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I'm Nay and that is Mich, we will try everything in our might to help you."
"Rest we will come back tomorrow."
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