The Heart Story 💗

It all started ten years ago when I was seven, my heart wasn't pumping blood to my organs and it was really severe to my health.

Chapter 1: The Routine

FLASHBACK

"Mom" I cried out weakly, I struggled to sit up in bed and watch my favourite cartoon Milly's Dream. There was no reply, "Mom!" I croaked, I tried to scream but my throat was closing in and I couldn't breathe. She rushes into my room, "sweetie what is it? You look so sick" I cough out blood and she screams. She grabs her phone and dials 9-1-1 I feel blackness closing in on me and then nothing else in the world matters.

FLASHBACK ENDS

So all of that was about a dangerous blood clot in my heart, the doctors said a machine had to pump blood for my heart in order for me to survive. I honestly didn't want to survive, you'd think that after a near death experience with their daughter they'd love their daughter more but for my parents I was a burden, a mistake.

My mom visited briefly, but it had been ten years and my health hadn't improved much, my heart was slowly starting to learn to pump blood but the doctors didn't know when my heart would ever be back to normal. Dr. Heinz told me I had a 1.1% chance and then Dr. Lerma wasn't that optimistic either and she said I had a 4.2% chance.

But my favourite doctor was Dr. Reyna she was bright and positive and she said all I needed was love. She saw how my parents acted and thought that it was all wrong so she gave me her love. I was grateful but it wasn't the same as my parents love, they say the next thing better is your true love.

The truth was I hated my life, I never ever once in these dreadful ten years went outside, when I had to pee they brought a mini machine and made me hold it the whole time. I never ever sat out under the stars, went to a beach, or even felt the suns rays on my face. I was stuck in this building with almost dead people.

I wish my death would hurry up, I'd be glad to just get the hell out of here even if it means dying in the process. Dr. Reyna doesn't like me talking like that but I just tell her it's the truth and truth is a nasty thing.

I stare out my window barely eating my green peas, I take a small drink of water and let the liquid slide down my throat. The hospital is literally right next to the beach so I get to see families on the beach having the time of their lives. But I'm here, not out there with the rest of the world I'm stuck in here with nobody but me, myself and I.

Dr. Heinz enter my room frowning, he pulls the curtain down blocking mg view, "strange girl, why aren't you dead yet?" He mutters, I raise my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I snap at him, he flinches and looks at me with a disgusted look painted on his face. "You'll be 16 tomorrow correct?" He asks.

"17" I correct.

He rolls his eyes, "ok so my calculations should be correct, you will die tomorrow! Hurrah!" He snorts, what kind of people do the let work here? "Hurrah, why don't you shut up, go die in a hole and leave me alone in this hellhole!" I retort, sarcasm and hatred dripping in my voice.

He squeals and hurries out of the room. Snorting, I pull up the curtains and watch the people outside having fun. After about an hour my parents enter the room, they have tired expressions on their face. My dad's forehead is creased with worry lines, he had dark circles under his eyes and my mom doesn't look better.

Her usual straight hair is ratty and pulled up into a messy bun, her eyes look sad and anxious. I noticed she doesn't smile anymore but I don't care. They never made the effort to cheer me up, maybe in my first year but after that I was invisible to them. "Dr. Reyna told us you had a row with Dr. Heinz" my mother said her voice scratchy.

"So what do you care I'm invisible to you anyways " I snap at her, she just sighs and looks away, "Aria stop being so dramatic ok" my mom replies. I let out an angry growl and my mother shakes her head and walks out of my room.

Dad is no different than Mom he stares at me for a whole before leaving as well. I glance out the window, this was the daily routine.

Boredom, captivity, invisibility.

The three words that defined my life, my parents were to busy for me, two of my doctors hated me and I had never once had the feeling of sun touch my skin for so long.