Anne-Maria (Completed)

School, School, School

I woke up at the nurse's office with a freezing cold ice pack on my head. No, I wasn't at a nurse's office, I was at a small run down clinic. I looked at my arm and saw a needle stuck into my arm. I tapped it slightly and flinched back, now that I thought about how it should have hurt, it began to hurt. I laid back down quickly and closed my eyes as the doctors came in.  

"So, apparently she was hit with a soccer ball, nothing is wrong but we found out that she was severely dehydrated. Luckily with the IV fluids and plenty cups of water will help her get through the pain," The doctor said, nearing my bed. I figured the female doctor was talking with my mom, or brother, or maybe even Kevin. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times, trying to make my act believable. My mother rushed to my side and scowled at me, with my father close behind. 

"How dare you do this to us? Don't you know how to properly drink water on a daily basis?" My mom asked. I looked over at my dad and he nodded, showing his agreement with my mother's thoughts. I remembered the incident from that morning. Hopefully the doctors thought I just hurt myself, or that I was a very active child and got bruises and cuts all the time. 

I looked at my arms quickly and noticed that the bruises healed up quicker than I expected. I looked under the sheets that covered my legs and noticed a few bigger bruises on my lower legs and knees. The doctor opened her mouth to speak. I looked at her name tag and read the name Lucy Margarine. Dr. Margarine was so close to saying the word "bruises". I thought maybe she thought that I was being abused, so I opened my mouth instead and forced a few words out. 

"I fell down the last few steps on my staircase this morning, can you check them out please?" I asked Dr. Margarine. She said that she was just about to mention them. She smiled and pulled down my blankets to my ankles. Nothing to worry about she said. I was discharged from the hospital and brought back home to rest. 

I should have taken care of myself better. I was silly to think that people would jump to the conclusion of abuse before even asking about the bruises first. Especially Kevin, he would never expect me to be abused by such wonderful parents. 

I was surprised to see that the sun was just about to set. The sky was all shades of red, orange and blue. I asked my mom about the carnival, but she simply said it didn't matter. I buckled myself up once I got into my dad's car, and was really sad. I had a headache, and my curious mind wasn't helping at all. I decided that I would ask my teacher if I still get all of my extra credit that I was supposed to get after finishing my job at the carnival. I also wondered about very minor things about school, things not as important as my extra credit. 

My mom helped me up to my room as my dad washed the dishes downstairs. I sighed as she tucked me in and planted a kiss on my forehead. 

"What's wrong? Does your head still hurt?" My mom asked, growing suspicious of my wave of sighs. I realized that I sigh on a daily basis, and I am sure that people are more than tired and annoyed by it. I asked if I could stay home on Friday, but my mother disagreed. She said that I had to stay ahead on my studies at school. I sighed once more and told her goodnight, telling her that she should leave before I throw a tantrum, in my head of course. 

The next morning was dreadful. I had a major headache and the pain pills were no use. I wanted to take more than I was allowed to, but I refrained myself from doing so. Overdosing on pain pills would only hurt me more. I slowly walked to school and Kevin was trying his best to stay at my turtle-like pace. I could tell he was more than irritated with my speed. 

"C'mon we are going to be late!" He said, rushing me. I shushed him and only said that I had a really bad headache. He finally understood my pain. He offered to give me a piggy-back ride, and like a stubborn brat, I refused. Multiple times. He kept asking and asking so I finally gave in, at least I would be off my feet. I always worry about my weight, but Kevin keeps telling me that he is strong, so I put him up to the test. He fixed his backpack so it was resting against his stomach. When we were younger I would always joke with him and say he looked pregnant. For some reason he continues to wear his backpack like this on days that we both are feeling healthy and happy. 

I pulled up my pants and jumped onto his back. He carried me with ease, saying cocky things like, "See you aren't fat, I am really strong too." Once we finally arrived at school he let me down, and I tried my best to not think about my raging headache. I begged almost every single one of my teachers to send me to the nurse, but they simply told me to put my head down on my desk. I guess they thought I was lying, but I was finally sent to the nurse after lunch. I rested for fifteen minutes lying on the uncomfortable mattress, and my headache was finally going away. As long as I didn't think about it, everything was ok. 

Kevin gave me another quick piggy back home and we said are goodbyes to each other as I walked into my house. I smiled while getting another pill ready for myself. I forced the stupid pill down my throat and continued to smile as I walked up the steps to my room. Kevin was nice enough to give me a piggy back all the way back to my house. His acts of kindness even made me blush a bit, but hopefully he didn't notice. I needed some rest.