The last couple of days have been an utter nightmare for me, not only have I been stuck to the bed and barely allowed anywhere without supervision. I had finally cracked and told them about the stalker, and the police has been all over the case, they have my phone, trying to track the persons who had sent them. The bad things are that the texts are always coming from the gym where Steel boxes. All evidence points to him and it makes me feel horrible but I have to believe that he had nothing to do with this, I believe he is innocent.

Not dancing for days has made me feel horrible and I can't handle it. It's making me go insane in this hospital bed, I'm seconds away from tearing away all the hairs on my head. Ballet is my life. I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself to make them see it. I've tried so hard to make them understand this, but they did not listen. Told me that it was just a reaction from being without the poison as it has been out of my system for some time now. Somehow my body had gotten used to it and actually depended on it, despite it also killing me.

Sighing I wait for the even bigger nightmare to take place because in moments my father is going to walk through those doors, pretending to visit me when he's only here to get me to sign something or do something that will only benefit him and his company empire. I hold the small deck of cards that I've used to keep myself occupied during this time, forgetting myself in a game where I have to think about a lot of things, it's actually nicer than it sounds.

When I can actually do it that is, as I'm always going back to the thoughts that I'm trying to forget in the first place but it would seem that my thoughts are on a carousel where they slowly start to spin around and around, always coming back to me but instead of stopping on one place, they come back and don't want to leave me alone. A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts and I sigh, the door opens and I see my father enter the room. Looking like the businessman that he is, dressed in a suit with a tie.

This day can't be any worse. "My darling, looking fresh I see" He says, but I can tell he's uninterested. I glare at him with so much hatred as he sits down in the seat beside the bed. "What do you want?" I ask him with my hands crossed against my chest. I don't want anything to do with him now and I certainly don't want him here but the doctors say that I need someone close to me in order for me to heal better, emotionally that is, but they don't know that I can't be emotionally healed if he is around.

He scoffs. "Can't a father see his sick daughter?" He asks and I roll my eyes as my glare only becomes more intense. "I'm not sick and even if I were you'd be already planning the funeral to benefit from it in some way" I hiss at him, and he chuckles as he smirks at me. "You're not wrong there, my darling. Now, since I tend to not want to waste time, I need your signature" He says. I ignore the burn inside my chest that appears.

As much as it hurts it is the truth, he did not come here because I've been poisoned or that I almost died, he doesn't care about that. It's clear to me. "I've already denied you once, do I honestly have to do it again?" I ask him, and he smirks at me which doesn't make any of this better. He has never been the one to show emotions as he always hides behind his smirks and chuckles to make him seem cruel and harsh but deep down I believe that he cares, it's just hard to pry that to the surface and show the world.

Though now he doesn't look that happy. I suppose he wanted to use me when I'm in my most vulnerable state. "This is not something bad, trust me" He says and now it's my turn to scoff. "That is what you said last time and an orphanage got evacuated so you could build a bar" I tell him. I never truly found out why he needed my signature for that but at least I'm not falling for the same thing again, never again will I fall for any of his tricks and never again will I ever sign something from him again.

I let out a sigh. "If that is all that you need from me, you're not getting it. So, you can see yourself out, I'm tired and I don't feel like speaking, especially to you" I tell him and I turn away from him, not even caring that I might be acting a bit childish but I just need him gone, and yet I can't even say the things that he has done to expose him. I can't do anything. To the world we are just father and daughter with a normal relationship, but we don't and never will have.

Without a word he stands up and walks over to the door. The pain inside my chest is growing worse and the tears are starting to prick my eyes but I refuse to allow them to fall, at least while he's here. I can cry all I want after he's gone but now while he's here, he's use it against me. He has done so in the past and will do it again. Any sign of weakness he uses to his own gain. He stops by the door. "I only needed it to build a ballet studio and hand you the keys" He speaks and then walks out of the hospital room.