It's over today. I could go back to school. I'm not leaving my mom till is see her smokey green eyes again.
I'm terrified that she's going to die. I ask the doctors what's going on but it's always guarded words of she's fine or its okay sweetie. I hate that last one. I hate all of them. Who am I kidding. If she dies-- I'm alone. My father's a jackass and adicted to drugs and achol. My aunt hates me. She out of them all is the nicest to me. But her husband hates me. He hates my blue hair. Hates my style. Hates that I'm quiet. Hates my everything. The rest of my family is in Wisconsin. Hey may be doctor Steves would take me. That'd be fun. Quiet hospital breakfast every morning.
Not five seconds later he walks in. "Ready for breakfast?"
"I guess. Will you really tell me about my mom."
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me."
" Okay. When she was hit her rib broke puncturing her lung. So she struggles to breath. I hate to tell you this but her new kidney isn't healing so she can't eat yet. So her body is suffering for malnutrition. Which means other organs could start to shut down. I'm assuming you can put the pieces together."
"She's gonna die."
"Not nessaseraly."
"She's never heald fast. Phisicly or mentally."
"Lest go for breakfast."
I don't want to eat but I slide into the wheelchair and we head to breakfast.
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When we return. Doctors are surrounding my mother. A beeping fills the background. A sizzle and clear.
I look up to doctor Steves but, he's ran past me and pushed through to my mom.
A flash of my mom standing arm reaching out towards me spins through my mind. As it fades a steady beep pierces the air. The room goes silent. The nurses and other doctors pack up the defibrillator and other equipment. Doctor Steves begins taking the tubes out of her face, hands, and thigh. He won't even look at me. Bastard.
I know what's just happened. It hits me like a tsunami. The tsunami runs out my eyes. I sit there. A helpless, alone, scared little girl. That just lost her mom.
