Can a 23 year old bring down the entire British ministry- no. Am I going to give it my damn best go, hell yes. If they gave us any help at all I wouldn't have a quarter of my body burned from something that could've been avoided. If they were there and not hiding during a fucking war. Leaving children to fight there battles. The ministry shall fall and I will conduct it. However I have to get through one more round of pain. Showing everyone that I indeed did not die I have just been in hospitals and burn hospitals and physch sections of hospitals.
I was so close to death when they pulled me out before I lost conciousness for 8 months I told them there was no point in finding my family ybecause I didn't have family and I had no friends. I figured they could know I was dead after I was but that never happened. I seemed to be stubborn tho I wished I was dead. That's the physch ward.
I'm covered in burns. My left side from my hairline to my hip is burned. And I have burn spots across the right side so I've stayed by myself but to for the finale of the take down I need to give testimony. Which is what I'm waiting to do, outside a courtroom door. Inside is everyone I left 4 years ago. I think they even did a funeral for me or something like it, a memorial I believe it was a funeral with no body or casket.
I pressed my ear against the door hearing my lawyer. "It's time i introduce the breathing walking reason I took this case. A girl who lost everything she had yet she's decided to turn her misfortune into something beneficial. Please welcome my client- y/n l/n." I heard her say and I couldn't help but smile at her words.
I pulled my hood down and walked to the stand. I couldn't help but let my eyes drift to where I knew HE was. My ex fiancé, he dumped me 20 minutes before I went in that tower. The tower that exploded with me in it and ruined my life.
I took the stand and said what I needed to and based on my lawyers face. I did what I needed and the minute it was over I ran out of that room because all that pain from waking up burned is traumatic.
I was calming myself down and all I could think about was how much I wanted someone to hold me. "You're alive?" I heard breathed out and i turned. Him, not from across the room. 4 feet in-front of me. I hate him for what he did but the need to be held is more. "I'm alive and I know I look very very different from the last time I saw you but I just wanna be hel-" my scentence wasn't over before he bounded over and grabbed me. Holding me so tight my ribs hurt.
"You're alive y/n. You're alive and you're okay and your more beautiful then ever so please shut up and let me appreciate the fact the love of my life is okay."
Love of his life, at least that hasn't changed. "You still call me that. I let you think I was dead for 4 years Mattheo. I'm sorry about that by the way." I sighed pulling away and he smiled running his fingers over my cheek. It's habit I flinched and I saw his eyes flash with pain."No, No it's not you my love. I'm just not used to people touching them yet."
"No it's okay. I'm sorry I should've asked but they compliment you. They're beautiful darling." He smiled and I laughed. How can they be beautiful when my own reflection put me in a physch ward.