Left Behind

Chapter 1:

"Happy Birthday princess!" My dad says with so much joy. "Will you help me blow the candles out daddy?" I ask with excitement. Although there were only six candles "Of course, ready 1...2...3... BLOW!" After the lights were out he asks, "what'd you wish for?" I looked at him and around the room and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you." He grins. "You can tell me I won't tell anyone. Pinky promise." He said that because that has always been our thing. I take another glance around the room and gesture for him to come over after we pinky promise so I could whisper it in his ear. "I wished for mommy to come home." His smile faded as he enveloped me into a hug and rubs his thumbs on the back of my head.

           "She's gaining consciousness."  I hear a strange voice say. I look down at myself seeing lots of blood." Lay your head back honey, last thing we need is more damage." I do as told and lay back. I lift my arm up to feel why my head is so wet, then bring my hand down just to see more blood. I wince as someone sticks me with a needle.

            "Daddy will I ever meet mommy?" "I don't know princess, I don't know." " Will she be here for my birthday this year? You know I'm going to be this many." I say holding up eight fingers and talking through my only front tooth. "Of course she'll make it. She wouldn't miss it for the world. 'Cause you're going to be eight! Such a big number. Your already growing up on me."

     "Stay with us Sam!" Some lady yells while shouting out numbers and running down some white hall. I look up noticing that I'm moving and realize I'm in a hospital. A nurse grabbed my hand and said, "Sam don't close your eyes." I started to drift again and she says, "Sam, Sam look at me." I try with all my force to keep my eyes open struggling very hard. "Good girl, now don't take your eyes off of me. Everything is going to be okay. You just have to listen to me. Keep fighting." Everything around me just turns black but I still hear people shouting. " We're losing her!" " Check her heart rate!" "It's dropping! Doctor we need to do something now!"               

    I hear a knock on my door while I'm lying there blasting music. I know it's my dad because it's always been me and my him. The last time I saw my mum was when I was born and obviously I don't remember that. I'm 14 now. I have little hope she'll come home one day. I always think it was my fault that she left. Maybe she was ashamed of having a kid or I wasn't enough for her. I don't know I'll never know I guess. My dad has had my back forever. Having just him does get lonely sometimes though. Plus the only guy in the house and he had to go through 'the talk' with me. Ugh worst time ever! "I'm turning it down!"  I yell because he normally knocks to tell me to turn the music down. "Can I come in?" I give a confused look and say, "I guess so." He normally doesn't bother me when I'm in my room. Yesterday I didn't come out of my room once, he didn't even come check on me. He says 'I don't want to invade your girl privacy especially if it's that time of the month.' He always jokes.

  

   He walked in and asked, "mind if I sit?" I nod my head no while moving my blanket and turning my music off. "What's up?" I ask while crossing my legs. "Well I got a call from the hospital today." My smile fades and I quickly ask, "why? What happened? Who?" He took in a deep breath and sighed. "It was about your mother." I'm really confused right now. Why would the hospital be calling about my mother? "My mum?" I question him. He nods his head. "Why are they calling to tell us she's in the hospital, she's not even a part of our life." He let out another sigh and said, "yeah but..." He trailed off. "But what?!" I exclaim. "They have to inform you when a family member dies." My whole body just dropped. I feel like my soul just shattered. He pulled me into a hug. "H-how d-did s-s-she..." I trail off feeling nothing but emptiness. While still hugging me I could feel a teardrop on my shoulder. I've never seen my dad cry before. "I-I don-don't know..." He spoke into the empty sounds of sobs.

    "First mummy wouldn't come home too see her fuck up now she'll never come home. Poor baby." Kids mocked at me in the halls. How did they even find out? "Guess you'll never see mummy." It's never ending. I went into the bathroom once the bell rang so no one was in there and balled my eyes out the whole period. Once the bell rang again I tried to rush out of the bathroom already knowing it will be flooded with girls. I mean it's highschool they have to make sure they look like sluts so they attract a guy. I honestly don't understand why girls make themselves that low for guys.

      Once I ran out of the stall someone pushed me and I fell to the ground. "Oops." Some girl says wearing the smallest shorts ever. Immediately trying to stand up and grab my things I was kicked by another girl. "I heard you slept with my boyfriend you slut!" I looked at her confused, "I didn't s-" I was cut off by several kicks in the stomach by four girls from what I can see. "Are you crying oh poor baby are you gonna run home to mummy? Oh wait you can't!" I stood up and looked at the girl that said that straight in the eye and punched her so hard she fell into the mirror and her nose was bleeding. Then all of the other girls grabbed my arms and held me back while the girl I hit punched me in the face several times and in the stomach. They finally let go of me and laughed while walking out of the bathroom. I slid down the wall as the bell rang and just cried more. After what seems like forever I stood up and looked in the mirror and was scared by what I saw, this is the worst they've ever done. It looked worse than it seemed. I had a bruise along my jawbone and under my right eye. My stomach was all bruised up as well as my left knuckles. I punched that girl that hard it turned my knuckles black wow. That's fucked up.