Chapter 3

Nurse pov

6 years later

Oh god if i knew what he had in store for her i would have reported him. Even still i should have done it. How could i let 6 years pass. I thought as i looked at my now 12 year old death, rocking back and forth in the corner of her room.

Even in death dr mason still torments her My poor baby.

She didnt stop as i entered the room with the new owners.

'this is your worst patient. She seems no older than 11.' The son of mr oshane, the new boss , stated. 'she is 12.' I corrected

She twitched at the sound of my voice and finally looked up. They gasped.

Her eyes filled with suffering i know i will never understand but even so a smile made its way to her face, a sick crazy smile but a smile none the less.

'Hello mama.' She greeted quietly.

Hello baby girl. How are you feeling today? I asked her Her smile seemed to grow even brighter.

'Completely horrendous mama.' She answered her smile never wavering. He boy shifted slightly behind me. clearly uncomfortable with her.

He whispered something to his father while looking at her. His father's eyes grew grim. 'are you sure? He asked

'yes' he replied.

The father turned to me and explained that he wanted to house this girl in hopes that all she is missing is a sense of normalcy.

Nothing you show her will be considered normal for her sir. I replied once he was done. He opened his moth to speak but his son cut him off asking what i meant.

'She was found in a basement where her parents abused her for the first six years of her life until we found her. Also she has never experienced sunlight or anything other than darkness. If would have noticed this room is as dark as it is safe to be and she wears specially designed contacts that only allow roughly 4.33% of light to enter and even these seem to be losing their effect. Not to mention her countless conditions including phobias, schizophrenia, bipolar, ADHD, ADD, OCD, post traumatic stress disorder, just to name a few.' I explained.

I hadnt noticed that she had gotten up from her corner and started approaching me. The two men looked taken aback by what i said.

She stops directly in front of me and looks at me with a demented smile that i knew she meant to be sweet.

'What is it sweetheart.' I asked petting her head. She sighed softly and stood just enjoying my touch.

And then removing her straight jacket leaving her in only her boxers and shorts. (easiest things to get her into)

With all you said isnt she dangerous.' The father asked.

' yes' i stated. Unsure of how he would react to he being shirtless.

Oh well i think I have some paperwork to do he stated turning around to leave. But her words seem to stop him as so as reached to turn the door nob. 'Whats a mate?'

Why do you ask? I asked quietly bending down to her height. Blood whispers mate in my head.

While Demon says to ignore her and make mate go to sleep. But angel said i should ask my mama.

So i asked you. She finished.

I frowned slightly which caused her her to frown. The door banged shut with mr oshane leaving.

I took out today pills for her and checked the time.

'oh no im 20 minutes late. No wonder her symptoms are acting up.' I thought

I gave her container of pills,i handkerchief and a bottle of water and said 'be a good girl and take your medication okay.'

Okay she chorused going back to her corner with a blank look on her face as she sat down and began to sort her 13 pills by color, texture, shape and size.

Does she have to take all those pills. The boy asked. Yes she must take all 13 of them. I answered

I sat down on her bed and motioned for him to do the same.

'Why does she call you mama?' he asked curiously after watching he for 5 minutes.

I thought for a second before answering. 'She used to think her parents were the only people who existed in her world and that the darkness of he basement was her world which ended at the top of the steps. She had no idea that the persons who hurt her were the people who gave her life. She calls herself death because she says every time he is close to dying a creature that calls himself death smiles at her. She learned to talk from bits and pieces of what her parents and the voices in her head said.

One day I was trying to teach her words so that she could talk to me better when I got a call from my mother. She overheard the conversation and asked me what a mama was. After explaining to her what is it and why I used the term she began to call me mama every time we spoke.

He looked genuinely sad.

When she comes home with me would you come as well so that we could teach her to be normal?

I looked at him unsure of how to reply. One hand I would go anywhere and do anything for her but on the other teach her to be normal he should simply accept her the way she is and learn to live with. As her mate I accept at least acceptance on his part.

Though my thoughts on him weren't pleasant I accepted. Are you her mate? I asked

Yes I am he answered.

Well I hope you understand that marking and mating area long way off. I supplied. An alpha mate. I thought.

Mama I am finished she cheered handing me the now empty bottle of water and pills and handkerchief.

Good girl I praised petting her head.

Suddenly a hand smacked mine off her head. Don't treat her like a dog he growled angrily.

Her eyes fell on him for the first time since we entered the room and she her nails dug into her chest and blood poured from the wounds she was creating.

I watched silently for a while as she dug out her chest before stopping her. Everything fine. Right? I assured her taking her hands in mine.

But the eyes remained locked on his and her fingers dug into my palms. 

I looked at the boy and his face was the mirror of guilt and pain.

Though it didn't come close to the suffering held in hers.

Everything is so different, yet the same, a new person you see. Nothing of consequence or grief, a slight hindrance as most. Right? Nothing to worry about. Someone who could just as easily.....

Disappear. Right?

Her eyes slowly found mine as my words caught her attention and her finger loosened.

This fear is not needed, not for this situation. Right? Only fear what i can not see and protect you from and even then ill protect you the best i can. You believe me right?

Yes she answered.

Well believe me when i say everything fine.

Everything is fine she chorused slowly repeating it until she forgot of his presence once more.

'ill go make arrangements for her to leave tomorrow' he said before getting up and heading towards the door.

You'll prepare her medicine. He commanded Of coarse mr oshane. I replied

My name is daniel. He said before slamming the door behind him I looked at my baby calmly as she played with my fingers.

Would you like to help me prepare your medicine.

Her eyes grew confused but she muttered yes.

Good her OCD would make preparing a hundred bottles the much easier and i also needed to find a suitable shirt for her. Or maybe bandages would suffice. I thought as i noticed the blood that was slowly staining her pants.

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a/n  someone comment and ill update. this is an old story i wrote that i hope to continue.