"Ellie? Ellie can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" a female voice shouted as I suddenly felt someone shaking me. I made a groan and tried to push my eyelids open, but it didn't work.
"She's awake!" someone shouted.
I tried pushing again, but something told me not too. I knew I'd be safe, but something told me that I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to see what was going on.
Suddenly pain tore through my arm, making me flinch and scream in pain. "It's her arm!" the female voice shouted again, "It's been cut!" I started screaming again.
But then it went dark. And the voices fell silent. And the pain disappeared.
There's something I want to tell you. After I blacked out, you want to know the very first thing that entered my mind?
As a child I had been beaten, and broken. Of course they loved me now, but back then I wasn't suitable or good enough like the other children in my class. They started slitting my wrists, wanting me to die so they could have another child. But not me. I didn't die. That was why we moved. I couldn't bare to look at my bath tub. It was screaming at me.
That's what popped into my head.
My parents were supposed to love me, take care of me. But of course for that long period of time I had been living a big lie. Hoping, dreaming in fact that someone would take me away to some place safe.
So there's something else I want to tell you. Right before everything went black. You want to know the very last thing that entered my mind? A name. An important name. A name that's important to me. Your name.