Long checkered shirts

Three

I wake up to see my mum again.

I don't need this.

I sit up, my back arched, and I turn my head slightly.

"What?" I huff.
"Nice to see you to." She responds.
"If you're going to be sarcastic, you can leave, I'm happy at the moment."
"I'm here to see how my daughter is."
"I said happy. What else do you need?"
She sighs heavily, "nothing then I suppose, I just wanted-"
"Ah, so you do want something," I interrupt.
"Yes, let me finish! I want to start over again, I want to be your mum again,"
"Start over Again? I didn't even know you tried to start in the first place."I snap.
"I know I was a bad mother..."
"That's an understatement," I chuckle. I lay back down on my back, staring at the ceiling again.

She carries on, "but I really want to be a mother now, take car of my three children,"
"Three now? Not just one anymore? Not just Masie? Wow, I'm surprised, that is a start," I give a sarcastic laugh, getting up, to lean on my right side, that doesn't hurt much.

"Why is this so funny to you? Do you think this is all a joke?!" She begins raising her voice.

"Yes. Yes I do in fact." My tone serious, and angry. "I find it so Fucking hilarious that it takes my mother, my own mother, to find out she has been a terrible mother to her two youngest children, when her youngest daughter almost dies. Yeah that is pretty funny to me. You know, I actually wasn't that scared to die. To just go? And my life flashed before my eyes, and all I saw was a pretty pathetic childhood. But I stayed, because I knew there was a child here, that I have to look after, because our stupid mother cannot take proper care of her only son.
So yeah, I do find it pretty hysterical." I hiss.

"I just want another chance." My mum says, tears filling her red shot eyes from where she hasn't been sleeping for a while.

"Not everyone get second chances mum. If they did, I would be able to say sorry to that man that didn't deserve to take his life, in the first place." I say.

"He almost killed you, you didn't even know him, how could you come to that conclusion." She says, narrowing her eyebrows like she's disappointed I didn't want him to die.

"Because, mum," I say "unlike you, I have a heart and actually can have some genuine feeling towards other people other than myself." I say exasperated. "He obviously needed help, he wasn't in the right mindset, if he had gotten help he wouldn't have killed himself. He wouldn't be dead."

"Yeah, and he wouldn't have been in that car, almost killing you." She say angrily.

I let out a small breathily laugh, and shake my head.

"What?" She asks. "What could possibly be funny right now?"

"You. Us. How did we go from you teasing me about meeting some boy, to arguing in a hospital over some stranger, neither of us know? It pathetic." I say.

"You think everything is pathetic. And funny at that."

"Because all of this is just a big joke!" I exclaim.

"A joke?"
"Yep."
"You think all of this is a big joke?"
"That what I said."

This time she lets out a small disgusted laugh.

"You nearly died, and you find that funny?"
"I'm beginning to think you're upset about something?"
"Shut up! Just shut. Up."
"Oh, no. Now don't start shouting. You'll panic people."
"You know what, I'm here, trying to see if you're okay, if you're in shock, but you're still you, still a little girl who thinks I'm still that horrible mother. That I haven't changed. I'm leaving. And don't expect to see anyone if you're going to act like this."