It's Just Me

Chapter 3

I wake up in a white painted room with a fan spinning above me. I look around but I can't see much. A large cast-like thing is around my neck. It's blocking most of my view. I dot up quickly. My back hurts. I wince. My head has a bandage around it. I look at myself. I am in a bed with thin sheets that don't cover me and my foot is in a cast along with my right hand. My left hand is cut up pretty badly with stitches on some of the wounds. Just then, a nurse walks in with a syringe in her hand. There is no needle on it. "Oh no! You need to lay back."

"What happened?" I asked her."Is anything seriously wrong with me? Am I going to live?" I pause to think about it. Please tell me I am going to die.

"No, you are perfectly fine. You are definitely going to live." Damn it. "You suffered some minor injuries to your neck. You are lucky to be alive!" She pushed on my chest and lays me back down. "What is your name?" She asks.

"Zoey. Zoey Banks." I reply.

"Well Zoey, we thought it was you. We called your mother and told her about the situation-"

"How long have I been here?" I interrupt.

"About a day and a half. Anyway, as I was saying we called your mother and told her about the situation. She sounded.....a bit drunk so we sent police to your house." She pauses. "They found her drunk and arrested her. We do not think you are safe with her, so we decided to send you the foster home." Yes! "I wanted to tell you now."

I smile but not too big. I'm just glad to be away from her. I frown again and say,"Oh...okay."

"Were you smiling a second ago?" She asks me, sounding suspicious. I am the worst liar, and lying only makes things worse. I have to tell her the truth. The nurse raises her eyebrows." Zoey, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Well you see....My mother, after my dad left, became...a bit abusive. And she only abused me. But please don't tell anyone!" I sound desperate."If I get sent home she will literally kill me this time!" Tears. Again. They are burning in my eyes.

She widens her eyes at me. "Abusive? Is that why you jumped from that 3 story school?!" She asks practically screaming. I notice the syringe in her hand again."I'm sorry but I have to tell the government about this. Your mother needs to be arrested!"

"But I have no proof that she abused me! Could you imagine what she would do to me if they let her tame care of me again?" She is quiet for a moment.

"Alright fine. I am going to inject you with this anesthetic. As soon as you wake up you will need to get ready to leave for the foster home." She looks worried for a moment. "Are you ready?" she asks me. I nod. She put a needle on the syringe and inserted the needle into my neck right where my vain is as she pulled my long hair out of the way. I close my eyes and try not to wince as she injects me with the anesthetic.

    All I can see is the darkness from then.