I yawn and open my eyes, feeling the sun tracing its rays on my skin. I frown while lifting my body from someone's chest. I quickly glance at the person's face, scared and confused, but once I see Myles sleeping, I relax.

I stare for a few moments at his peaceful and cute face with freckles. I tilt my head while studying his perfect features, this time I don't see the resemblance that always scares me so much, making all the air vanish from my sensitive lungs. Before I can think, my hand caresses his cheek, and my eyes can't stop looking at his thin parted lips which makes that weird, but cute noise similar to snorting.

The flashbacks of the last night flash in my head, but the pressure in my bladder dismisses them all, and I try to get up quietly, scared not to wake up the angel who was sent to save me. I remember our conversation from the last night. I just know that I didn't feel embarrassed to ask him to lay next to me, to ask that pathetic question, and confess how lonely I was, but the thought of me alone in this hospital, scared me, so I had to risk at ask him to lay next to me, and disperse all the demons that tried to jump on my body, and hurt it even more, angry that I didn't join them as they wanted me when they called my name under that water. And hearing him, immediately accepting my offer, and having him next to me, holding me, embracing me, caressing me, kept me warm, and less lonely, in fact, I didn't feel lonely at all, while I listened to his low sweet voice. But I shouldn't have asked him that. We should be like brother and sister, yet here I was caressing his soft cheek with not so many freckles as...

When I start walking away from the room, something pulls me back, and I realize that it is IV in my hand. I frown, angry and nervous because the pressure in my bladder is getting stronger each second. I don't want to pee in the middle of the room, but if I don't get to the bathroom this second, I might the damn will. I try to move the infusion stand, but I fail miserably almost making it fall on the floor, but I manage to catch it before it can make any sound, and wake up Myles. Just then some nurse enters the room, and before she can speak, I quickly press my finger on my mouth, trying to tell her to shush, since she opened her mouth.

"I want to pee", I whisper. "Take this off."

"I can't. It hasn't finished."

"Take it off!", I half-yell, half-whisper.

"I can't Miss Stella."

"Then help me go pee!" She moves the stand and we quietly leave the room, while I glance to see is Myles still asleep. When I see that he is, I follow the nurse to the bathroom.

"How do you think that I can pee if you look at me like that?", I snap at the woman, while sitting on the toilet, grateful that I don't need to whisper anymore because she has been going on my nerves for too long now.

She looks away, and I finally pee, feeling the pressure leaving my poor bladder. I struggle to put my panties on, but I manage before the stupid nurse tries to help me. Ugh, I hate hospitals. And this gown, I scratch my body underneath it, realizing that I have no bra and that I am completely naked. Gosh, I just hope they didn't ruin my clothes.

But what do you expect they did, since they brought you here after you almost drowned?

"Wait, I need to wash my face", I tell the nurse when I see her opening the door. I splash the cold water on my swollen eyes, and the flashback from the last night appears in front of me, again, this time clearer, though. I frown and shake my head, opening my eyes. I don't want to see them. I don't want to remember anything.

Did I do it? Did I really try to kill myself? No. Did I want to die? Yes. Would I feel satisfied if I did? Maybe. No. Then, I would break the promise I gave myself. And I don't break promises. Maybe I would be with my mother then, but unlike her, I think about other people who surround me. I care about them, unlike her who didn't care about her own daughter. I don't want to leave the people next to me. Myles. Chloe. Michael. Even him. I don't want to leave him, even though he broke the promise he gave to me. He hurt me. And he promised he wouldn't do that. But he did. He broke me.

I thought that I couldn't be broken, not after my mom left me. But, I guess that I was wrong. Very wrong. I could, and I was broken by the boy who promised me that he... But, wait, I remember he told me how he was afraid that he could hurt me. But, my naive self trusted him with my whole heart and body, and I couldn't see the signs the universe tried to show me. The angels who left me after they realized that I was the lost cause, tried to warn me that he wasn't the right person for me, yet I refused to see it. For me, he was the right person. And still is. He is the right person for me.

"Stella?", the nurse's voice snaps me from my thoughts and the green-eyed boy who can be both gentle, and rough at the same time.

"Yes?"

"C'mon. You have to eat breakfast."

Ugh, no, I don't. I feel an urge to throw up when she mentions food. Lately, whenever someone mentions food whenever I can sense it, I have this enormous urge to throw up, and sickness always appears when I think about eating.

"Hey", Myles greets me when I come back to the room, and he moves so I can come back to bed. The nurse sets the stand back where it was, and does something with infusion to make it go faster.

"I'll bring breakfast now", she announces, and I just nod. Myles rushes to the bed, and covers me with a blanket, and adjusts the pillow behind me.

"It's okay", I tell him, so he stops.

"Are you really okay?" I nod. "Sure?"

"I'm tired. I feel like my eyes can't be opened and they need to be closed all the time. So, I'm making an enormous effort to keep them open", I admit, without any shame. I seem to admit him everything lately. Well, since last night.

"That must be from drugs", he murmurs, so I don't hear, but I do.

"You talk as if I had taken God knows how many pills. It was just one."

"Your organism was not prepared for it. It was weak, anyway. I told you..."

"Please", I cut him off, massaging my temples.

"Okay, sorry. Sorry."

"Mhm." I don't see what is he doing, since I'm resting my eyes, and massaging my temples.

"Here comes breakfast." The nurse says in a sing-along voice, and I roll my eyes even though they are closed. And when I open them I see her walking in, holding the tray with a lot of food. Oh, no, the sickness is back. Please, don't make me eat all of that.

"Can I go to the bathroom real quick?", the ginger boy asks the nurse, and she nods, smiling at him. "I will be right back."

"Okay!", I say, while the nurse puts the tray on my thighs.

"Your boyfriend is really kind. He was here the whole night with you."

"He isn't my boyfriend", I frown. I hate people. "But, yeah he did stay the whole night."

"Anyway, he is so kind and sweet. Aren't those freckles the cutest?"

"Yeah", I make a sour face, when actually I agree with what she said.

Those freckles would be the cutest if the boy with even more freckles on his face didn't hurt me, and forced me to do something I didn't want, multiply times.

"Doctor will come soon", she announces before she leaves, and I just sigh.

I stare and the food, and it stares back, smiling at me. I groan as I absorb breakfast. Two pieces of bread, scrambled eggs, ham, and yogurt. Ugh, I want to throw up.

Myles walks in and sits on the edge of the bed, and I become aware of his presence, only when the bed moves under his body because I was busy ogling the food that makes me feel sick.

"Oh, breakfast is here!" He clasps his hands.

"Yeah", I groan.

"Let's eat."

"You eat, I'm not hungry."

"You cannot avoid breakfast, Stella", he scolds me as if I was a five-year-old child. "Your body is already weak, and you have to consume vitamins so it can be stronger. Don't you want to stop feeling weak?"

"I have this IV", I point at my hand, lifting it and twirling it in front of his face, while he shakes his head, sighing.

"Come on." He takes the fork, and before he can shove it in my mouth, I turn my head.

"I'm sick. Please." He tilts his head, and I realize that there's no way I can get out from this without what he wants and that is eating. I open my mouth and struggle to chew the scrambled eggs while sickness becomes stronger and stronger in my stomach, climbing through my throat and to my mouth.

"Are you gonna feed me every bite?", I ask, annoyed.

"Yes", he says, proudly, nodding. I roll my eyes and open my mouth again, and he shoves more food. I'm not sick, I'm not, I repeat in my head, like some mantra.

I touch my neck, wanting to feel the necklace he gave me, but I don't. It's not there. What? Oh, no.

"No, no, no!"

"What is wrong, Stella?" His eyes instantly soften, filling with worry as I look at them.

"My... your... The necklace you gave me. It's not there. I must have lost it when I fell, no!" I burst into tears and cover my face with my hands, but they are quickly removed.

"Stella, you did not lose it, bab... You did not", he clears his throat. What was he going to say?

"But it's not there", I sniffle.

"It is." He sits on the edge of the bed and stretches his hand to open the drawer, pulling something out of it. When he closes it, I see the golden necklace dancing in front of my face. "See?" He smiles, and my lips curl into a smile, too, as my eyes stop watering.

"Oh, God! I was so worried! Why it was taken off?"

"Um, I think they took it, when you came, along with your clothes. They... are torn, but the necklace was given to me after they put you here."

"I don't care about the clothes!", I exclaim. "I'm just happy they didn't ruin the necklace. I don't know what I would do if I lost it or it was ruined. And you'd..." I bow my head, playing with my hands on my lap.

"I what, Stella?", he presses, though softly, searching for my eyes which I'm trying to avert.

"You'd be mad."

"I would not. No, I could never be mad at you." He takes my hand, and his thumb draws circles on it, which I find pretty calming. Michael was never doing that. When I think better I don't think that he even held my hand. But it was me who didn't let him.

"Yeah, but the necklace must have been expensive, and if I lost it..."

"I would buy you a new one", he cuts me off, and I snap my eyes to see him smiling. "I would buy a new one."

"B-but... Where did you buy it anyway?"

"That does not matter now." He smirks, and my lips mimic his movements. "I will not tell you in case I have to go there and buy a new one."

"Mhm." I roll my eyes.

"Come on, let's eat now. The necklace is here..." He places it in the drawer where it was and comes back to bed. "You do not worry now. You will put it when you leave the hospital, okay?"

I nod, and he takes the fork to continue feeding me, and I smile at that, thinking that he would stop, but surprisingly I don't want him to, even though I'm perfectly capable of eating by myself.

"Stella?"

"Mhm?"

"Can I take one piece of bread with ham?"

"Sure. You can take both pieces", I offer, knowing that the answer will be negative.

"No. You will have the other one." See? I fucking knew it.

"Oh, look at them, Alexia. Lovebirds." Both of us snap our heads to see furious Scott and Alexia following behind him, in her mini-skirt even though it's the cold autumn morning, with the face full of make-up.

Myles puts the sandwich he made down on the plate, but soon, without any warning, he is slapped by Scott, and all the food falls on the floor, and Myles hits the wall with his head, hard.

"No!", I yell, whimpering, and my hands rush to touch the ginger boy who comforted me last night when I was feeling so lonely.

"What did I tell you about being together? That is not gonna happen! Not under my watch, under my roof!"

"W-we are not together", I stutter.

"Don't fucking lie to me, whore! You get drunk and do drugs and see where you end! You whore!" He pulls my hair, and I shrill, but soon Myles pushes him, so he lets go of my strands.

"Do not touch her!"

"What is going on in here?" A man, I assume a doctor, comes in and Scott turns to look at him, his face still red, and boiling with rage. Alexia twirls her greasy hair (not that mine isn't greasy) between her fingers while gazing at her manicure, chewing gum.

"Nothing. Who the fuck are you?" Scott stands straight and adjusts his black leather jacket.

"I'm doctor Wildson. I assume you are Stella's parents?" The doctor eyes him up and down, before adjusting the black glasses on his nose, and before I can take in his appearance, I feel Myles taking my hand, so I look at him, to see his eyes trying to tell me that everything is going to be okay, smiling at me softly.

I shivered, wanting to ask him is he okay, did he hurt himself when his head hit the wall, but Scott's stern voice startles me.

"Foster parents", both Scott, and his wife correct him, so the doctor's head snaps to him, and then to her, again eyeing up and down her outfit, that contains from few rags that she put on to cover what should be covered.

"Okay. I came to check on Stella", he says, after he's done taking in her style, and I'm surprised that Scott didn't curse at him, and threaten to strangle him if he continues doing that.

"Yeah, sure. Feel free to. We are so worried for her." Sure you are. "When can she come back home?" That is not my home!

"In two days I think. Let's see." He checks my pupils, pointing the small battery lamp in them, and I move, whimpering, but feel Myles squeezing my hand, probably wanting to tell me to let the doctor do his job. So, I let him do the shit doctors do, but soon he moves his hand and I can't see why, because the colorful strains are covering my sight, probably blinded and shocked by the light of the lamp.

"Everything seems okay to me. We will just wait to make sure that the drugs are out of her organism."

"Drugs stay in hair, and urine for three months at least", Scott deadpans, and my sight becomes normal again, so I can now see his death glare that he probably used on Myles, so that is why he let go of my hand. I kinda wish he hadn't, why I don't know. I feel safer when he is here. And less lonely, my mind adds.

You are using him.

I know.

You have to stop, that is so unfair.

I do not think that you are using me. It is okay to feel lonely, I told you that, remember?

Of course, Scott knows all of this, on which I'm trying to focus, instead of the battle in my mind, in the end, he is the drug dealer. The king in Madison.

"True, but..."

"Whatever. Just tell me when to come and get her?" Come and get me? As if I was a toy.

"In two days. Also, I recommend rehab?" Rehab? Rehab from what? Pain? Oh, do you really have that type of rehab because I will come to it, running.

"Oh, no I don't think that is necessary", our foster father smiles, waving his hand through the air. "No, Stella just made a mistake that isn't going to repeat. Right, Stella?" He turns to me, and I shiver when I see his grin that disgusts me.

"Y-yes."

"See? She is a smart girl, she won't do that again. That is just a teenage mistake, you know how are teenagers nowadays, doc? Feeling the pressure of society and wanting to try everything?", he laughs, and I know want to vomit again, but not from the food.

"Okay, then. Be careful, Stella, and try to rest. I'll check up on you tomorrow again", the doctor tells me and turns to leave.

"Goodbye, doc!" Scott waves, smiling sheepishly. Then as soon as he leaves, he turns to me, finally having an opportunity to continue what he started before the doctor interrupted him.

"Whore, don't you think that you are going to get away with this. When you come home I'm going to show you what means to end up in the hospital, taking drugs, and messing with my reputation. If someone tries to find out about my life, and that ruins my business... ", he tsks, and I shiver again, against my will, when I told myself not to show him my fear.

"If your stupid mistake ruins my business, be careful cuz you will regret that you are alive", he says in an intimidating and threatening voice, and I shiver again.

I miss the Scott who asked me to prepare him breakfast and offered me something that could help me ease the pain. Well, now when I finally took it, he is threatening to kill me. I feel like we were sitting in his kitchen mere yesterday when he joked that he killed Alexia, which caused my blood to freeze.

Now, she is blowing the gum ballon, and turns on her heel, leaving the room.

"And, you, son of a bitch", the once not so intimidating man, who offered me some drugs for free, or would he ask something from me, if I took them, yells at Myles, who now is glancing at me, apologizing that he can't stay, and have breakfast with me.

Now, I find myself wishing that they didn't interrupt us and that he could eat, because I know that he was hungry, the way his mouth watered when he saw food, he thinks that I didn't see that, but I did. And even if I'd be sick, probably it would be better than now when I'm about to stay alone, and Scott is probably going to hurt my angel.

"Move!" He pulls his hand, and Myles shivers, as well, and I can see the fear on his face, even though he is trying to cover it because he doesn't want to make me worried. He always thinks about me, even when he is in bigger danger. He grabs his leather jacket, and mouths:

"I will come back, I promise." I barely nod, still shivering.

"That's not my home", I mutter to myself, huffing, since I wasn't that bold to say it in Scott's face.

"What happened?", the nurse asks, surprised seeing, the food spilled all over the floor.

"I-I dropped it accidentally. S-sorry", I lie.

"It's okay. I'll pick this up, and bring the other tray."

"No, no", I rush to say, "it's okay. I'm already full."

"Sure." She shakes her head, not convinced.

"Sure!" I weakly smile, and lay my head on the pillow, staring at the white ceiling with brown dots, trying not to think about how Scott is going to beat Myles now. But Myles' bruised face keeps showing up in front of me, blood sipping down on his soft cheeks, from his thin lips while he is coughing the same red liquid with which his whole body is covered.

"Do you have something to help me sleep?", I cut off my blurred, though still vivid enough images to scare me. The nurse snaps her head at me while cleaning the mess Scott's rage made.

"Um, I have to ask the doctor fir..."

"I haven't slept the whole night", I lie. I slept very peacefully. Maybe the most peacefully I've ever slept in my life. Without nightmares, without anything, just sleep. And I know what is the reason. Who. "I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Please." I make a puppy face, pleading with her, knowing that if I stay awake I will just continue thinking about Myles and how much he must be hurt now. And I know that I can't take that.

"Okay, then. I'll give you Doxepin. Hold on."

Thirty minutes later I fell asleep, and of course, my dreams couldn't be beautiful ones, like all the princesses have about their princes, but it had to be a nightmare and I couldn't be in peace even in my sleep.