Faded

Chapter 1 Lying in my deathbed

Beeps of a heart monitor echoed throughout the room. A snore was heard in the room next door.

Ella Maine was laid, sprawled out onto the bed. Her hair was oily. Her skin ghost-like. Her eyes dull, devoid of life. Needles were taped to her arms, stuck within tubes that led to a see through container of plain liquid.

"...and her condition is getting worse...." Ella heard from outside her door. A couple of nurses had just walked passed. Turning her head, she looked at the white clock above the large window. She didn't remember where she was.

A large creak was heard, coming from the door.
'One of the nurses probably.' She thought dryly.

"Hello Miss Ella. Did you want to put the blinds down?" One of the nurses, Diane Tross was on her name tag, had come in to check on her. Ella shook her head.

"The sun's helping ma condition, ya see?" She spoke in a soft, heavy accent. Her parents had come from Scotland and England. Both in which she inherited her accent from.

"You have a visitor miss, your father? I believe his name is Victor." Ah Victor. A kind man. One whom had taken care of her, her whole life. Ella dismissed Diane, indicating she wanted to speak to her father alone.

"She wants to speak to you in private." A muffled voice was heard through the door. More muffled sounds. Then the door opened.

"Here he is." Victor Maine strode elegantly in the room. He looked at her with pity then flicked his hand. Diana thought of this as a way to tell her that she is dismissed.

Victor sat at the edge of her bed, smiling at her.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered.

"Just peachy."