Our Mental Love

Chapter 2

The doctor lets me leave the hospital in a week. I don't know why he even let me leave. I have no where to go. I walk around the lobby of the hospital. A car zooms by and stops in a jerk. My aunt runs to me pushing past people eagerly and hugs me. My arms stay to my side. She looks at me and holds my head. "Oh Darren. You look terrible." My face looks tired partly because I am. There are bags under my eyes. And my hair is tousled.

She grabs my hand. She leads me out of the hospital to her car and urges me to enter. I sit reluctantly. My aunt enters and mumbles to herself. "I knew she shouldn't have taken care of him. I knew it,"she mumbled to herself. I look at her but she's busy fumbling with the keys. She puts the key in the ignition and starts to drive.

Her hands are shaking and she almost hit a few cars. I look at her nervous hands. She sighs. "Are you alright Darren?"she asks me. "Ummm.... I guess." I shrug my shoulder but my aunt becomes more worried. A car honks angrily at us.

She looks at me and rushes to her house. She stops in her driveway. I grab for the handle but it's locked. "Darren, I'm worried for you." She doesn't look at me. Her hands clutch the steering wheel.

She hesitates before she unlocks the car. A few kids walk down the sidewalk laughing. I look at them. They catch my eye and run away quickly. One kid pants deeply and runs. I roll my eyes.

I trudge out of the car with annoyance. My aunt runs to the front door quickly. She fiddles with the knob nervously and opens it. I follow her slowly and carelessly. I walk up the front stairs annoyed. My aunt jogs to her kitchen to grab something.

When I reach the porch, a girl around my age runs down the street. She looks exhausted and sweaty. I never seen her before. But to think of it, I barely come to my aunt's house. I enter her house and shut the door behind me.

Her house smells clean. My aunt pulls me to the kitchen impatiently. She grabs a wet towel and cleans my face. I push her hand away. "Darren,"my aunt says sternly. She rubs my face again but I move away. My aunt sighs at me and crosses her arms. "Darren!" She taps her foot on the floor.

I walk down the hall to "my" room. My aunt follows me.

"Darren? Are you alright? You don't look so good." She comes to me and holds my face up to hers. I stare at her lazily. She slaps my face gently and looks at me carefully. "Poor child,"she mumbles to herself.

She grabs the towel and rubs my cheeks. She releases my face and guides me to my room. My "room" is tidy and smells like a new home. I inhale everything. At my real home, all the things I smelled were alcohol. I plopped onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

My aunt closes the door gently. I bite my lip in thought. So...my mom's considered mental now. I release my lip. I sit up and stare at the windows. The sun is bright and the sky is blue. I slide the curtains furiously and they rip on the edges.

I toss them out of my hands and sit on the floor. My palms face the hardwood and they turn cold. I shut my eyes. The world becomes hazy and my senses fall asleep.