The trip back home was silent. All the way this time.
About an hour earlier Mom practically dragged me and Sam out of the ER without even giving us the chance to say goodbye to Dad. I didn't fight back though, I just walked out because I knew if I stayed any longer Mom would really start yelling and make a scene.
Mom was furious as she was driving. It made me worry that she might even get so mad she'd crash into something or hit someone on purpose. I'm always frightened when Mom drives angrily, it worries me that she's in front of the wheel and she has the power to choose our fate in her own two hands, while we sit helplessly.
We made it home alive, thankfully, and Mom told us not a word as she stomped upstairs. Sam and I were downstairs, confused and anxious at what had just happened.
I wanted so badly to hop back in the car and drive back to the hospital for Dad.
What makes this situation worse is that tomorrow is the first day back at school from summer vacation. It isn't all that bad at school, except I don't have many friends. And when I say I don't have many, I mean I have only two. Jason and Maddie. They've been my best friends since 2nd grade, and I'm glad they've stuck with me since then because I don't know what I'd do without them.
I can't sleep, around my mind is one word repeating itself over and over, clouding any other thoughts that dare enter my head. Causing anxiety upon me as I ponder the meaning.
Gone.
***
My alarm went off at exactly five-thirty in the morning. My bus usually came around six-thirty or seven, but it takes me a while to get dressed and all.
After about five minutes of groaning because I was so comfortable in my bed I finally got up. The first thing I did was take a shower, then when I got out I wrapped myself in my towel and headed straight towards my closet.
I picked out a nice red long-sleeved shirt with black stripes, some black skinny jeans, and put on my black Vans. By now, I'm going back into the bathroom to fix up my hair. I always waste about ten minutes in there just making stupid faces in the mirror and doing dumb hairstyles. I'd gotten ahold of myself and decided to braid my curly black-brown hair on the side and put a little black hair tie at the end.
I walked out of the house not saying a single farewell to my mother. Sam had already left for school, since Mom was still in a bad mood she'd drunk at least two whole bottles of Vodka the night before and had a hangover this morning. That meant Sam had to walk to school at least 10 blocks away. She's ten-years-old and had to walk all the way to school by herself.
Just then, the bus came and I was the only one on the stop, so I was the only one to get in the bus. There were a few other kids on there too. One boy that stank so bad as soon as I walked past him it felt like I walked next to the city dump. Another girl that looked at me weirdly with a stern look the whole time I looked for a seat. The last girl, though, was one that sat criss-cross in the seat with her nose buried in her book. I decided to sit in the seat right behind her.
I pulled out my phone to listen to some music, but before I could get my headphones, I fidgeted with my phone and accidentally pressed play and the bus was silent for a moment.
Then you heard the thump of my phone falling to the ground, and the bus was filled with My Chemical Romance lyrics. "They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books-" I'd gotten to my phone quickly and paused it.
Apparently not that quickly, though because the girl in front of me had turned around with a huge grin on her face. "I love My Chemical Romance, I'm a huge fan!"
I looked over at her, feeling purely ecstatic that I'd met another MCR fan. She came and sat next to me and we talked about bands, while more and more kids were piling into the bus, the whole way to school.
Maybe today won't be so bad after all.
