* 4 Months Later *
Danny was on his way from work, and I got a call. I didn't know who it was from. I answered, and it was my mom. I almost hung up, but something was wrong. She didn't talk. I figured she butt dialed me. A few minutes later, I get a call from the Toledo, Ohio paramedics. They said that my mom was beaten into a coma. One would say I wouldnt care. We had never gotten along very well. But it just overwhelmed me. I say OK to the paramedics, and go to the bathroom. In my makeup case, with a hidden razor blade. I grabbed it, sat down on the floor, leaning against the shower. And I cut. I watched the blood seep out the blood drip down my leg. My vision begins to blur but I kept going. I couldn't stop. My head starts to hurt and I fall to the floor. I hear Danny wok through the front door, and yell my name. Not hearing me answer, he starts to get frantic. He opens the bathroom door , and sees me lying on the floor. He looks at me, and starts to cry. He bent down and touched my face. Saying why over and over again. I smile at him. He gets a wet cloth, and puts it on my forehead. He wipes my legs, and looks at me with a sad, but concerned face. And he whispers to himself, " I miss the old you, flower. Please come back. "
I could barley hear him, but I do. I burst out crying. He tries to kiss me but I push him away. I run out of the bathroom. I run the hallway, but I look back. I still run.I go out side.
