Lost

Chapter 3:The Dreams

I couldn't believe my eyes, standing right in front of me was my very own mother; Vanessa Rizzi. She was reaching out to me trying to pull me along with her. Vanessa grabbed my wrist as she attempted to drag me with her. I pulled my wrist out of her grab as I looked her in the eyes. "No way am I going with you, you left me all alone." She looked at me with big round sad eyes but I couldn't, I couldn't feel bad for her especially after she left with this crazy family...but then again she is my birth mother. "I-I didn't have a choice, I couldn't protect you honey." She said. It was almost as if she wasn't even my mother for the previous 5 years, I just didn't feel that connection with her anymore. It felt as if she was a stranger to me. "Protect me from what." I asked my voice shaking. Then, that's when the tears pricked at my eyes. I sucked in a breath and tried to look up but everything above me was all black. The tears unwillingly started flowing from my eyes in huge puddles at my cheek. Vanessa rushed over to me and swiped the pad of her thumb across my cheek trying to catch future tears from falling. Again I pushed her away as I turned around. " You aren't even my mother anymore, I don't want a mother who would rather leave me then try and stay with me, I think you should just leave."

As soon as I spoke the words I regretted them. I awoke with shaky breaths. I looked around but all I saw was pitch blackness. I wiped my hand across my head only to have a sticky substance left on my hand. Maybe it was sweat. But sweat wasn't supposed to hurt my head,was it? I quickly stood up,too fast. I felt all the oxygen rush to my head in an instant. I fell back down onto my bed. I stood up once again slower this time and felt around for the light switch. Once my fingers felt the cool material of the switch I flicked it to "ON". The fluorescent light filled the room. I walked into the attached bathroom and turned that light on as well. I looked into the gold rimmed mirror as I stared at myself in horror. There was a huge gash on my for head with blood covering it. I brought my hand up to my head, lightly brushing the cut with my fingertips. I winced. How did this happen? I tried thinking about it but nothing came to me. I grabbed a pink washcloth and ran some cold water on it, dabbling it upon my forehead. I wiped the blood away and washed my hands, scrubbing with Dove. I reached into the bathroom cupboard and grabbed a huge clear bandaid and plastered it on the cut. I flipped the light off on the bathroom and sat on my floor in front of my bed trying to figure out what happened...and then it hit me. Last night. John. Drunk. Glass. John came into my room last night and grabbed me trying to pull me towards him, his breath reeking of alcohol. I turned my face away and tried to loosen his grasp on me. In his left hand he held a beer bottle that he lifted and smacked on my head, I fell onto the ground and blacked out. Then here I was. Why would John do this to me? What kind of family was I in? Little did I know. I would soon find out.