Lights glare into my slitted eyes, I hear voiced muttering around me. I only catch small snaches of words "deep stab wound", "may not make it" and many medical terms I cannot understand. I try to speak but my breath catches at the sharp pain in my chest, and again I find only darkness in my mind.
I awaken once again to some one shaking me and screaming in my ear "wake up! Wake up you little brat and the the police men that I didn't try to kill you! Wake up!" suddenly her hands are ripped off of my skin and I hear unintelligible screaming and thing thunking as they hit the floor causing me to cringe.
I groan and slowly sit up ignoring the pain in my chest, breathing and deeply as I can, and scream as loud as my tiny voicebox will allow. When I stop there is silence, only the beeping and buzzing of the machines around me. I gasp for air trying to form my words stuttering as a harsh dry voice escapes my throat "where's my mommy?" I hear a whimper and snap my head to the side to stare at the horrifying scene before me, my mother slumped held up only by the men in police uniforms gripping her upper arms , years streaming down her face her nose bleeding , possibly broken. "Mommy?" she suddenly pulls sharply from the mens grip, grunting from the effort, and runs to me gathering me in her arms. "Mommy has to go away for a while...you are gonna go stay with some people who will take care of you...I love you, be a good girl for me." she kisses my forehead just before she is roughly pulled away by the men in uniforms. I only get another harsh breath in before I pass out again.
