Dizzy. That's the only thing I feel right now. I could faint at any moment and there's nobody to help me. If only my mother actually cared enough to notice that I was genuinely sick, but she was too caught up in her own fantasy world where I rely on her to save me. Well congratulations Mum, I certainly need saving now! Hallelujah!
Honestly, I think I'd have preferred it if she'd grounded me for a few months like a normal person because this is absolutely ridiculous. The more I think about my current situation the further I feel myself fade. Before I realise what's happening to me everything fades to black...
"No Mum please, I'm begging you, just stop it! I swear on my life I'll never disobey you again, please!" I beg as my mother towers over me on my bed.
"Sh sh sh sh it's ok. I'm afraid sorries aren't going to fix this little mess though, are they?" I look at her, confused. All I'd done was snuck out, what kind of mess had I caused?
I guess she must have noticed my confusion because she suddenly starts to laugh softly and card her fingers through my hair, gently, "Look at you. Don't you worry about that now, you'll understand when you're older, I promise." OLDER?! I'm 12 years old and this psycho is talking to me like I'm 2! I get it, I have a cold. I'm not dying, geez.
All I can do is stare at the woman in front of me, shocked and unsure of how to respond. Unfortunately, I don't have to, because as soon as I open my mouth to say something I can taste some kind of medicine entering my mouth. Surprised, I fall back onto the bed, attempting to spit the unwelcome liquid out, but to no avail.
"Mum I don't understand! It's just a stupid cold!"
"Nonsense! You're sick sweetheart, let me take care of you." My mother was losing her mind about there was nothing I could do about it except watch. I'd never seen my family like this, and I'd hoped that my dad was still sane, but I was quickly disappointed when he handed my mother more medicine.
I start to cry as loudly as possible, hoping that it will trigger some sort of empathetic response, but all I gain in return is some soft whispers and reassurances. Sobbing I lean into their arms and fall asleep. I'll worry about it later.
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Trapped In My Head
General FictionA 12 year old is in hospital after falling into a coma. They're aware of everything around them and are trying to make sense of it all while attempting to clear their head. Months of abuse from their parents makes this all very difficult but can the...
