Part 2: A Rampaging Mom
At least Mr.Sanderson was in a good mood today. He didn't even mind that I was 10 minutes late, darn that Melody, she ruined my learning.
When I got, I noticed that some chairs were flipped over, smashed, and on the wrong side of the room. There were also some beer bottles on the table, on the floor, and some of them were smashed.
I don't want to be right about my theory, but I think that my mom is on a drunken spree.
The very next second, I could hear my mom in the bathroom. She was probably yelling and cursing at the bathtub for not being low enough to the ground during enemy fire. My mom is very stupid when she is drunk. She can't tell a sink from a nurse.
But before I knew it, my mom was right in front of me with a huge, evil grin on her face. Then came the worst part of her drunken spree. My mom hit me, square in the ribs, breaking probably 4 of them. The pain was shooting through my body. I couldn't move. Then, without any warning, my mom stomped on my left leg. The pain was unbearable. She must have broken my leg as well. I knew it was coming, but not this soon.
I passed out on the floor.
When I woke up, I was still on the floor, but when I tried to get up, I was in too much pain, that I couldn't. I tried calling out to my mom, but she must be in bed still. There is no waking her.
I could feel my cell phone in my pocket. I took it out and called Liama, she'd know what to do.
It was probably around 10-15 minutes later, that Liama finally arrived at my house. She helped me up, slowly, and called a cab to come pick us up. She was taking me to the hospital.
You wouldn't believe me if I told you how many times Liama has taken me there. The doctors just think that I'm a big clumsy oaf. If they knew knew that my mom was the one giving me these injuries, they would take my mom away from me(doesn't sound so bad), and probably put me into foster care.(Now it sounds bad) Not the way I want it to be, but it may have some advantages in certain aspects.
When the doctor came back, he told me that I had 3 broken ribs and that my legs were both broken. I guess my mom broke my right leg after I passed out. I think that my mom is becoming even more violent than before. She needs some help. Maybe there is a group called "Alcoholic and Child Abuse Anonymous"? They would probably be able to help my mom's alcohol and abuse addictions.
The doctor said that would have to be in a wheelchair for 2-3 months. Then on crutches for another 2-3 months. Bye-bye my love and dream of being on my legs for grad is gone. Let's just hope that I can find a dress that will stay away from the wheels of my new wheelchair. The dress needs to hide my hideous shoes as well. I don't want anyone to see them.
