What seemed to have been an amazing wedding between Danny and Annabel which should have paved the way for a spectacular night for the new couple turned into a nightmare.
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The room was quiet and painted bright yellow with white curtains, a made bed to one corner, beside it a table. A woman sat by the window looking outside lost in her thought holding a doll in her hand, she looked pale like she had nothing left to live for.
''Elizabeth'' a feminine voice called out from behind,
''hey um... good morning'' the young lady said as she approached Elizabeth.
''how are you?" she asked, Elizabeth sat there still as a wood with no response,
''my foster home is next door and I wanted to show you something'' the young lady said as she drew out a picture and showed it to Elizabeth,
''no...'' Elizabeth cried out as she saw the picture.
''bad, bad, bad'' she kept on saying,
"he's bad, that I know'' the young lady said.
''behind the camp fire'' Elizabeth said,
''don't understand you, what's behind the camp fire'' she asked
''hey... you are not supposed to be in here'' another woman said from the door,
''come out, Elizabeth needs her rest'' she added.
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It was pretty much like a jail cell for Annabel, the room was a bit dark, cold and stood silently as each individual sat in a circular form, looking at each other with hunger and taste for the next depressing story someone had to tell.
"we have someone new here with us today" a woman said, she seemed to be the coordinator.
"could you please introduce yourself?'' she continued,
"my name's Annabel Hathaway and I am 22 years old'' the lady replied as she sat up and adjusted herself.
"welcome Annabel'' the others replied,
''thank you for making out time to come here today, I am Lucia'' the coordinator added. Annabel was of average height, she had shoulder length black hair, the most amazing green eyes, skin so flawless and soft as that of a baby's skin.
''so.... What brings you here?'' Lucia asked,
''oh well my foster mom says am a psychotic bitch and that I need help'' she explained,
"so you are here to get help?'' Lucia asked again,
"fuck no!!!'' Annabel replied,
''if it was up to me I won't be here, it was her dying wish, so am here'' she continued.
"you know, we all were reluctant and some even worse than you when they arrived here but life has a whole meaning for them now, you being here is a good enough step to recovery'' Lucia explained.
''So... have anything you want to share with us, your story perhaps" she asked,
''oh.... Well there's nothing much to say'' Annabel replied,
''lost my twin sister when I was fifteen and my mom to cancer when I was sixteen, dad left when I was five, oh... and I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder'' she continued.
''so that's pretty much it, now I am just gonna sit back and listen to you all tell your sad stories'' she ended.
''that's a lot, we would get back to you on that. So who wants to share their story next?" Lucia asked.
''I would go next'', a lady from the circle spoke out.
''Martha please do'' Lucia replied.
''as you all know ever since I got out of rehab three months ago I haven't used nor had any form of alcohol but lately things have been hard for me, getting fired and all.'' She explained,
''and I have been having panic attacks, reliving my son's death. Seeing his face fade away all the time and my husband isn't helping matters moving from one bitch to the other'' she added and also went on and on about how stressed out she was and how her husband treats her like dirt.
"he even...."
"girl you got to pull your shit together and drop the dude'', Annabel interrupted,
''I have got to go, I am getting married tomorrow, goanna be late for an appiontment'' Annabel added.
''wait, what?'' Lucia asked,
''ah ah ah....'' Annabel laughed letting out a giggle,
''here's my wedding card'' she said handing it over to Lucia,
''you all are invited, it's going to be a night to remember for me'' she said as she stood up,
''don't get your hopes up, I felt the exact same way on my wedding day look where am at now'' Martha said.
''it's going to be special you see, I am freeing myself of my pain'' she said as she walked out.
''I am gonna be an iron bride'' she said as she slam the door shot.
This story is short and simple. I really do hope you like it, your views, votes, comments and critics are very much appreciated.
