"I don't want to go" I say. Sounding like a child but that doesn't matter to me. Being in Steel's arms has made me feel safer than being in the hospital. Losing his touch is something that I can't do. It will bring black the pain and it will make the darkness come again. "I know. I will be back tomorrow" He says and kisses my cheek. I give him a smile as I kiss him on the lips. Only lightly touching his lips which I have missed for so long and our lips do touch yet not for a long time.

"I will miss you" I tell him. Our hands are still holding as they have been this entire time and letting go off his hand feels like in Titanic. I will lose him forever and I don't want that to happen. "And I will miss you" He says as he helps me stand up from his lap which I find that I love sitting in. I give him a soft smile as we let our hands go and I walk out of the door and close it behind me. Without him, I feel a sense of coldness all over me that just doesn't go away.

In only twenty-three hours I will see him again and I will be in his arms again. He will make things better like he did today. I realize as I'm walking towards the hospital bed that I feel better than I have felt in days. I'm smiling more and I feel like I'm finally stating to become the one that I was. Steel brings that person out from within me, even when I have no clue how he does it, but he somehow is able to bring me back from the dead.

My father is not in the room when I enter. I let out a sigh as I sit on the bed. I can still feel Steel's touch on my skin and it makes his touch go away and bring forth a good feeling within me. I want to still have his touch and I want to touch him. Smell his sweet cologne and allow him to take me away from the evil and the darkness that is doing all it can to take me down. "Lila" My father speaks as he stands in front of the bed and I break out of my trance of thinking about Steel.

I look at my father who has this smile on his face, that is something that I'm not used too but I will take it anyway, since I can already tell that I have a small smile on my face from the happiness that is just bursting with colors inside me. "How did your session go?" He asks me and I shrug, not wanting to talk to my father about it. It's not unusual that I shirt when he asks since I do it. "It has come to my attention that you have opened up to your therapist" He says.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion on how he knew that, I give him an odd look. "It's good" He speaks, not understanding my confused state. Though that can be blamed on the fact that my father has never been one to pick on emotions and such. "In some days I will be able to take you home" He tells me and I freeze. Home? That means his house. The house where the horrors of my childhood took place. I shake my head at him, but he has already turned around and sat down beside the bed in the chair that he always sits.

"I'm not going with you" I softly say, speaking the first words to my father. He looks at me in shock which he is quick to hide but I could see it. "Yes. You are, Lila. Clearly you are not aware of this but you are not to be left alone for long. You are a danger to yourself and I will need to watch over you" He tells me and I don't know if he is doing this for me or for himself, there is truly no telling with him.

His words do hurt me which only adds to the pain inside my heart, that only Steel can get rid of. "I can stay what a friend" I tell him, but he just lets out a chuckle as we both know which friend I'm referring too and for some reason y father is keeping him away from me, keeping everyone away from me. I think some people have come here to try and visit me but all of them are refused to see by, and it has something to do with my father. That I am certain off.

"I'm the only one that can keep you safe and alive. If you had not moved out then this would've never happened" He tells me. Why do I feel like I'm being blamed for something that I had no part in doing? That all of this is my fault? Because it is. I'm the one that put myself in danger by trusting the wrong person and I never should've been alone that day. I was the one that caused myself the danger and I should be the one to pay for what I have done. Why did I not realize this before?

I don't speak anything after he has said that, and he goes back to working on his computer while I just sit there and wonder about how this is all because of me. He's right. These are words that I did not know that I would ever say but my father is right about this. If I had done things differently then none of this would've ever happened and I would not have gone through all of this pain, it could've been avoided and I would've been safe. But at the same time if I did not move out from his house, I would've never met Steel. Perhaps I'm grateful that this happened because in the end it brought me the one that I love.