Kristen Zinicallei

Chapter 28

I heard beeping beside me and voices overwhelmed my senses. "Hmmm," I groaned slightly.

"She's awake," someone, a nurse maybe, said excitedly.

"Her family's on the way," someone said walking into the room.

"Emerson, glad to see you awake! I'm doctor Henson, how are you feeling?" She asked with a warm smile.

Until now I hadn't really thought about how I was feeling but now that my minds on it it's all I can think about.

"My head hurts, my leg really hurts too. My arm hurts but not too bad." I said looking around the room carefully.

I heard a voice, a deep voice. I knew this couldn't be true. It was too good. I didn't deserve it. He's back, he's back, he's back and he's going to hit me. He's going to scream at me for trying to leave, why did I leave. I'm so stupid. This is all fake, I'm dreaming. There's no way I got out, I'm either dreaming or dead. I hope I'm not dead. I just want to go home, the footsteps are getting closer. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

My thoughts are broke my I sob, or a scream I can't tell which. It's me, I'm doing that. He's going to yell at me for crying. Why can't I stop crying! What's wrong with me!

Suddenly I'm enveloped in a hug. I open my eyes to see my mothers arms locked around me.

"Emy," she said breathlessly. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" My mother asked desperately looking more up and down.

"That's what we're working on. Now that she's awake we're going to take her in for some scans and tests." The doctor said smiling. My mom nodded and sat in the chair beside my bed.

They whisked me away, doing many different tests and scans. Once they were done all I wanted to do was sleep, but police walked into my room.

"Hi, we're here to talk to you about what happened. Your father was caught coming back from work." The two police took seats and began asking questions about what'd happened.

"Okay, so from what we have here, he hit you many times and locked you in the basement with little food. He restricted medication and didn't treat your diabetes and Is that all correct or did he do anything else? You can tell us, he can't hurt you anymore." I nodded.

"N-no nothing else." I stuttered and looked to my mom. She rubbed my arm and smiled softly, though I could see the tears lingering in her eyes.

"Thank you, thats all." The smiled, collected their things, and left.

***

After being in the hospital for what felt like forever, I was urinalysis released. They were able to get my diabetes back under control, and treat the injuries. I had a small concussion, a broken leg, and a sprained wrist. I was still unsure of going back home, I wasn't fully able to believe he was gone yet. After almost 7 years he comes back, and does this. It was all so confusing.

I was going to be stuck in a brace for a while, on crutches for 2 weeks. The concussion wasn't bad, I did get headaches pretty often. I felt dizzy often but it faded in and out. My blood sugar was still a little messed up but mixed with the concussion it was weird. I had trouble handling my diabetes too, after being told for so long that I shouldn't be cared for.

When I'd finally got home, my mom wasn't sure whether to let me back to school or not. The only way she agreed was if she could pick me up and drop me off every day. If she wasn't doing it it had to be Reagan.