I wake up in the hospital and see two people over me, nova and ember.  Not even my own mother could come to my death bed. Nova notices I'm awake.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he said with a concerned look on his face and a shake in his voice. He looked scared but also relieved that I’m alive, why would he be? He kept looking back at something at someone, my mother? No, all she would care about is how much this was going to cost. A tall figure floats past my bed and takes a clipboard from under my bed, walking closer to me as he writes things faster than I could run. This fast tapping of this shady figures pen gave me chills up my spine and my wing began to sting. 

“Faith Rosedale, you're very lucky to be alive. Miss LilyGlow found you unconscious and brought you here. `` I look over at ember, my face getting slightly hotter. She saved my life.

“Due to this being a suicide case you are free of charge, Mrs Rosedale” the doctor says turning to my mother, her face went from annoyed toddler not getting what they wanted to caring and supportive mother who loves you more than she loves herself, the phoneyst I’ve seen her act all year. 

“my sweet darling F-faith, we better head back home sweetie pie so you can rest up and feel better for my big plans for you tomorrow” she puts on a sickeningly babyish voice you would use to talk to pupperlies or very small children that can’t count their own age, creating fake tears in the process she was being so fake! Did she like the doctor? Or does she want to look like a good mother in front of people who could get her in jail for what she’s done. I stand up and Ember immediately catches my fall, putting her arm under mine and taking me to the car. Resting on embers cold, pale shoulders as it begins to rain, the peaceful pitter patter of the rain on the car window as the weather is spitting buckets of water onto the road. The air grew cold encapsulating my face and my back as if the wind was ever so slightly caressing my bones, sending chills down my spine. The misty air   tasted like bitter sweet ice, as if someone seasoned an ice cube with salt and sugar as it melts in your mouth. The soft hum of the engine as the car stops and starts at the bright yet calming hues of the traffer lights. I love doing this, taking in the things around me, just listening. Not doing anything, no being yelled at for nothing, no blades and blood. Just nature being peaceful, the world being kind to me for once. My afternoon gaze was put to an end as my mother pulled into the wrivedray and ushered me inside. Ember is still carrying my whole-body weight as we walk inside and brings me upstairs. I lay on my bed and see something I would never forget, a freshly sickening red pool of my own blood. I screamed and rolled off my bed, causing more pain to my wing as I fell on the other side. Had I really bled that much. Hopping into bed I try not to look at it, falling asleep through the agonising pain of my fractured wing. Waking up I see that ember is already awake, even though it was 4:300 am on a sunyday. 

“Hey ember, you're up already?” I laugh nervously, not wanting to arouse any suspicions.

“ yea, did I wake you? I'm sorry if i did! I mean i probably did and I’m sorry” ember says her tone changing from a shallow stayed up all night voice, to chipper apologising. She was apologising as if she had destroyed a whole town, emphasis of sadness breaking through her voice, breaking like nymph monsebeta. 

“Hey hey, you didn’t!” I say trying to reassure her timid sad figure, she sits next to me and her eyes glimmer in the morning sun, her red bob with waves like the ocean, moving at the slightest gust of cold misty air. She was like a goddess and she got to stay with me! In my house, in my bed! Life was looking up for me.

“Hey fay?” Ember says looking up at me with her light brown eyes, a nickname I wanted to marry her right then and there. In a friendly way, right?
“Promise me you will try to stay clean for one year, just one! Please” she sounded desperate as she pleaded with me away from my ways of dealing with inconveniences through my life.

“I-I’ll try, i promise” i say holding her arm her skin was softer than it looked, it felt like touching clouds not the water kind though, the soft and fluffy kind. I wanted her to hug me, to hold me. Was I meaning this platonically? I'm not too sure anymore, ever since she came i've been feeling different, about my feelings, about my life, about her. She walks into the bathroom and I take to my closet, picking out the few nice clothes my mother likes. We are going to talk with the king, which is super fun and not a total dread soul, sense my sarcasm?