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I was two weeks into physical therapy and it sucked. All they did was give me these stupid eye tests and brain tests that was supposed to help but I couldn't tell the difference.

The good thing about the two weeks if therapy was that I got out if this hell hole next week. I got my bandage off my head last week and got to see part my shaved head which looked terrible, looks like I'll be wearing a hat for a while. My stitches started at the right, middle side of my forehead and ended at the back of my ear.

I was on crutches but had the option of a whelk hair but I refused, I would take it home just in case I was lazy.
I decided I would take a shower which was difficult, I had to but a bag over my cast which was also hard since it went up to my knee, I also had to be careful if my stitches. Normally my showers take about 20-30 minutes but this one took about half an hour.

Once I was done with my shower I put on a clean hospital gown, I didn't have any actual clothes, not even a bra. I went to go see John for no reason, he could hear which was good I really wanted to yell at him.

I walked into his room and sat next to him in a chair. I looked at him, he had couple tubes in his mouth, one was for air and one for food, he also had a bag at the foot if his bed, it was his urine bag....ew.

"I know you can't see me but you did this to me, you put me in this place, your lucky they think the luggage caused my bruises on my side and abdomen." I spat at him. "You did this to your self, you did this!" I said a little louder than a whisper. "I never want to see you again!! But I have no choice do I? I'm just glad that you get to stay here in this miserable place and I get to go live with some family that will actually love me and not hit me like you do, I really hope you die here." I said before i left to go get some lunch.

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1 week later

I was finally be released from the hospital! One of the nurses let me use some of her daughters clothes, she let me keep them seeing as the daughter was in college.

I went to see John one last time before I left for awhile. "This is our last conversation for a while, I see you haven't improved, but you haven't exactly dis-improved either..." I was glad that he didn't improve but I wasn't to thrilled to hear that he wasn't dis-improving either. "I hate you" I said with anger in my voice "I hate you!" I said louder and hit him "I hate you!!" I said one last time before hitting him again.

I left the hospital with my crutches in my lap and a nurse pushing me to the parking lot. "They should be here any minute now" I told the nurse.
I had worked out a foster home family to stay with (I did this last year). I did this in case something like this happened, I knew one day that my dad would hurt my mom someday and then I figured I would have to stay with him and then I'd run away, so not exactly like this but pretty close....better even. I never knew what family I would stay with but when I called Nancy (the foster home main person in charge) she told me that the family I would stay with would be the Parker's, they had one kid that was 8 years old and wanted one more but weren't able to have any more. Many had told me that the Parker's 8 year old son was very hyper and that is have to get used to him for little bit.

"You sure? I don't see any cars pulling up to come and get you?" The nurse asked me snapping me back to reality.
Just then a bus pulled up that had a wheelchair ramp. Th window rolled down and Mrs. Parker peaked out the window "Are you Leila Crown-wall?" She asked me and I nodded "Perfect! My husband, Josh will help you with the wheelchair lift. Oh you must think I'm so rude for not introducing my self  I'm Patty and my sons name is Drake, we're the Parker's!!"

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Hey guys hoped you liked this chapter! It was just a filler.

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