Unapologetic Lies

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After the women in the police unifroms left, my mother finally came up to me, sitting down, next to my hospital bed.  I could smell the alchole on her breath as she smiled, and kissed me on the cheek, from which I winced in pain, and pulled away from her.  She poceeded to insult, and whisper in my ear, which all ended once the nurse arrived, indicating that my mother had the option of either leaving or staying, and my mother said she wanted to leave.  The way my body felt better amazed me.  Knowing I could sleep in this room alone without my mother watching me was a blessing, and a curse.  The less that she saw me, was the more pain she was plotting to inflict, and the more she felt "better" for doing so.  I had no idea what was to come, but all I could do was fall asleep, and that I did.  Once I woke up, it was three in the afternoon, and I felt an intense headache.  I would call for the nurse to come in, using the remote next to me, and she did.  Her smile alone was eye-candy, as she came to my bed, and sat down.  Her hair was so pretty, and her nails were so clean. 

"Hello Colin, you called for me"?

Hearing her voice gave me chills down my spine.  I knew I was way to young for this woman, and just a boy in her eyes, but I would become a real man in an instant if it meant talking to her longer.

"Ah yes, I was hoping to use the bathroom?"

She smiled, reavling her white beautiful teeth, and dimples.  She would help me stand, walking over to the restroom, as she helped me.  From there my nurse would leave the small closeted bathroom, leaving me in there alone, as I handeled my business.  After going, I fixed myself, and washed my hands, and came back out.  When I returned, my nurse spoke, and said my mother would be arriving shortly, stating how she has a gift for me.  I guess from this my nurse saw my face, and how fast I was scared.  My hands were shaking as a single tear formed, and trailed down my burised face.  I couldn't even hear how my nurse was calling my name, my mind would go blank, staring off into nothing.  Before I knew it, I felt something drizzeling down my leg, and slightly feeling my hospital socks getting soaked.  I would blink, my nurse now in front of me, in pure shock.  I was wearing a hospital gown, but I had an accident.  Down my leg, I had peed' all over the floor, gown, and my feet, as my body went numb.  Everything felt cold, and silent.  Time was slowing down all over me again, and my nurse was trying to calm me down.  She cleaned the mess, washed me up, and gave me a clean new gown.  I was allowed to either sit or lay down in my bed, and I wanted to sit.  I wanted to be prepared of whatever "gift" my mother wanted to get for me, or already had up her wicked mind.  The last "gift' my mother has ever gotten me, was nothing but a small box.  The box had that of a dead bird, beaten to a puddle of blood and decaying bones.  The bird was injured when I found it, and I wanted to save it, and with that I hid it away from my mother in hopes of saving it, and then letting the bird go back into the wild.  As I sat there remebering my broken life, I could hear a distant knock on the door, and it was my mother.

"Hey kiddo!"

She spoke as though we were some happy duo.  Her voice was chipper, and she walked in, and hugged me.  Her body smelt that of old wrags, and mildew.  Her clothes still had the tags on them, so I assumed she stole from a local store again.  She had newports in her pocket, which were hidden away from everyone, but I knew the print in her pockets.  And speaking of "prints' she wasn't wearing anything underneath her tight, tight leggings.  As if she wasn't coming to see her son, who was living off mediciation, and puddings.  As if my health wasn't that much important for her to "stay and watch over me".  Granted I was happy she didn't, just the thought alone, or perhaps to show she really did care for the only child she had, a sign, anything to show me that I was at least loved to some aspect to wear something appropiate, but no, never, not my mtother.  How is it I am still in her care?  how is it she is still my legal guardian?  I haven't heard from my father, but from what I do know, he does pay child support, and gives her money for me to spend, but I never get to use it.  That money goes to her food, smokes, and drinking habits.  I only get to eat at school, and try to take food from lunch to bring home, but then I might get in trouble again, which I am honestly trying to advoid.