Second First Breath || Self Para || Verse 3
Her consciousness hadn't held long after the immense pain shot through her. For awhile, it was dark but she had no concept of time when she was under, if she tried to explain she'd say a year or more but it had been maybe 10 hours that she was left in the room as the mess was cleaned up, the mess that came with her death. After Olivia snatched up the life of her child and ordered for her to be saved, her mother came. She insisted that everything be done to save her daughter and if it didn't work, then she was already dead. She practically rose a gun to Pryce's head. "My daughter deserves a life. She deserves life." Her shinning moment when she revealed to another that the path she fell onto was not ideal. The only reason she continued down it was because she had Letha. And despite Norman's souring qualities, her daughter had always shined with his brightest, and granted, some of her own. So Marie sat there, sat there for 14 gruesome hours until the heart monitor sounded, but not the dreaded constant buzzing, it were those annoying consistent little beeps that meant life. Letha was alive.
Her eyes sprung open with flickering insanity but she couldn't find any words, she didn't know how to form them but she had so many question that demanded answers. When you're a newborn, you supposed they wish to communicate thoughts but you forget as you grow, Letha is 17 and she remembered and will remember the repressed thoughts. It was a frustration that shook her to tears and had her bolting to the door but she didn't know how. She couldn't walk, talk, run or write. All these things had to be learned again, starting with the simplest. Walking. But Letha needed to communicate, she needed to write or talk or something in order to tell them what she wanted, no. What she needed. Roman. Peter. Her Father. Her Child. She knew nothing of them and Letha was positive that they knew nothing of her.
You'll never understand a 17 year old temper tantrum until you stayed with Letha in the Tower. They wouldn't tell her anything in risk of setting back her recovery. As soon as she could walk and communicate she was threatening her own life again, the ones of people around her, trying to escape and make phone calls but they stopped her, they were still stronger and she was relatively weak, a new baby with no experience in fighting. How Roman didn't hear her constant screams and crashing of objects was beyond her. Her mind rushed with constant fear of losing everyone. What if Peter moved on, what if the baby was with another family, what if Roman didn't have anyone to ground him. But mostly, how could she expect their lives to stop in hope that she was still alive? It wouldn't.
"Okay, Letha. I'm going to release you but please take-"
It was too late, she was running up and out of there while her mother listened closely to Pryce's advice and words of the wise. A polite nod was all she left Pryce with. That and a few million dollars. Now Letha was left with the decision of who to go to first, if she thought about it any longer she knew it'd be the wrong choice.It had to be on instinct and she found herself searching for Roman and searching until she figured out he had his own residence now.
