Foster Troubles

Chapter Twenty- Two

I skipped out on dinner. I didn't go to school or work on Monday and Tuesday. I didn't eat for two days straight. On Wednesday, I managed to get myself out of bed. I showered, and changed into flower printed joggers, and a sleeveless dark gray crop top. I put on black sneakers, and did my makeup and hair. I grabbed my school bag and went to school. Steph waited at me locker. She ran to give me a hug.

"I waited at your locker everyday, to see if you would come. You disappointed me for two days." Steph said. I cracked a smile.

"You doing alright? Adelaine said you're not eating." Steph said. I opened my locker, and got my books.

"It's been hard." I said. She led me to homeroom. I paused before entering. They all looked at me. Bethany smiled, seeing that I was there. I ignored them, and walked out of the room. Steph chased after me.

"You can do this, baby." Steph said. "Don't let them bring you down."

"I don't want to be in the same room as him." I said.

"That's his homeroom, he has to be there. Come on, you can do this." Steph said. I nodded, and walked in. I sat in a desk far away from them. I had an assigned spot, but fuck it. I felt like dying right there and then. Steph sat in front of me.

"This will be over, soon, I promise." Steph said. I felt like dying. Why didn't Aly shoot me? I survived through the day, and went to the diner for my shift. Unfortunately, they were there. Steph said they thought I worked at the cafe now. I managed to work a few tables. It was near closing time, and they were the only ones there. Today it was only Jasper and I working, again. There was only a few cooks. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt their eyes glued on me the whole time. I went into the kitchen, where I wasn't allowed on. Tears rushed down my face, as I grabbed a knife, my knees stood weak, and I fell to the floor. The cooks glanced at me. I scraped the knife slowly on my wrist, blood flowed all over my apron, and pants, then onto the floor. The cooks all stopped cooking, and starting yelling.

"Stop it, Boss!" A man called for the boss.

"He's not here, get help, quick! Call 911!" A woman yelled. Jasper came running into the kitchen.

"Steph, get your ass in here!" Jasper yelled. Steph rushed in, and knelt down beside me.

"No, baby, stop! Get the first aid kit!" Steph said. Jasper rushed out, and came back with a first aid kit, along with the rest of them. I dove the knife a little deeper into my skin.

"Mila, stop it. You're gonna be alright." Steph said. "Let go of the knife." I shook my head, as tears rushed down my face.

"You can do this, baby." Steph said. I needed to die! I can't hold it in any much longer.

"You got this, Mila. Drop the knife." Steph sobbed. A tear flew down her face. I could tell she was a little freaked out, and mad. What would happen to her, if I died? I couldn't imagine. I slowly pulled the knife away, and it clattered to the floor beside me. The ambulance people came, and wrapped a cotton gauze around my arm. They took me to the hospital, where my mom met me there later. I had drifted off, from losing so much blood. I woke up in a hospital bed.

"Mila, mi beba, how could you do that to yourself?" My mom cried. "Don't ever do that again, do you hear me? I will deal with anyone who comes in your way, but don't do that. I was scared half to death when they Adelaine called me and said you committed suicide. You broke my heart, trying to kill yourself. I love you, baby." My mom kissed my on my forehead. I sobbed, wincing.

"It's gonna be difficult, but I promise you, I'll be there every step of the way. Always come to me, whenever you have a problem. No matter what it is." My mom held my hand. "You have some visitors." My mom exited, and Beth, Destiny, Crissie, Mike, Jasper, Jacob, and Hector walked in. I sat up in the hospital bed. Mike held a bouquet of flowers, and Destiny held a big teddy bear.