I rushed out of bed and ran down to my parents. My mom was already out of bed. She must've heard what sounded like a stampede of elephants, when really it was just me sprinting down the stairs. "Did you get sick?" Mom asked me, with a look of confusion and tiredness. "No, Amy did" I said. Completely out of breath.
She walked upstairs to assess the damage. I couldn't bring it upon myself to go up there. As mom was upstairs my dad was in the living room with Amy. He wrapped the couch with old fitted sheets, put towels on the floor in front of the couch, and put a bucket down. I sat on the recliner in our "office" (it is really just a T.V, PlayStation, recliner, and desk with a desktop). I didn't want to go anywhere NEAR the living room.
Amy was not quiet nor discreet when it came to being sick. Mom is an accountant. December through April are her busiest months. Of course, Amy got the stomach flu in February. Once they got Amy all settled down on the couch, my mom went back to bed. Leaving dad to deal with her. Amy started getting sick again. It sounded like she was dying, she was crying and screaming for help. I was in the office on the chair absolutely terrified. I never heard anyone be this sick before. My dad went to her aid and helped her.
I was terrified out of my mind. I was shaking, crying, everything. I didn't know what to do or how to act. I was scared. Dad heard me crying and came into the office. "You better stop that fucking crying" he yelled "you aren't the one being sick, theirs no reason for you to be crying" he yelled again. He was really overwhelmed, I know that. Yelling only made me cry more. "Quit making this about yourself and shut the fuck u-" before he could even finish his sentence, Amy started being sick again. She sprinted from where I was to her and consoled her. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't. Between Amy being sick and dad yelling at me, nothing could get me to stop crying.
I somehow got myself to calm down and I fell asleep. I woke up to extreme pain in my neck from sleeping on a recliner, and freezing from not having a blanket. I walked into the living room and Amy was asleep on the couch. My dad was back in their room and mom was gone. It was finally quiet. I grabbed Cee Cee, our little chihuahua mix, and went back into the office. Thankfully, the T.V. in here is connected to the antenna so I can get some channels.
I sit here with Cee Cee, and PBS, trying to get the images and sounds of last night out of my head. From hearing Amy's cry's, dad yelling at me, and the pure chaos. I can't calm myself down. I start to cry again. This time, I have someone to comfort me. I have to cry quietly though, that way I don't wake up dad.
