Should I.....

Chapter 2

I was awoken by a bright light in my eye, the sun. I looked through the old window and it was clearly daytime. I looked over to my side to see a clock saying, 7:02 a.m. My head was hurting and my body felt numb. I pulled the off-white sheets off of me. "Loser, hmm, look what you did," the voices were saying. Wait, wait ,wait, I'm still alive!? No, it can't be, it just can't! At that very moment, it hit me. My surroundings wasn't the usual which is my baby blue room with the messy bed. I was in a hospital room, in an oversized dress. I was beginning to panic, badly. In my frantic movements, I accidentally pressed a red button. I heard running footsteps outside. "Ma'am, are you alright?" a lady who looked like a nurse asked. " Umm, how did I end up here?" I asked her, very curious.
"Well, we got a call from a man named Mr. Desmond and he said heard a loud and weird yell coming from your house. When we showed up with an ambulance, you were on your bathroom floor, unconscious" she reminded me. That nosey neighbor, Mr. Desmond should get a life and stop minding other people's business! "Well, you should get dressed, there are some extra clothes on that chair over there and someone will be here to pick you up," the little nurse said with a bright smile on her face. "But, I have no one," I mumbled as she left the room but I still did what she said. There was a burgundy red dress laying there, my exact size. As I got dressed, I left the room, furious that I had not succeeded at my plan.
I picked up a little bag with my old clothes that I had on before and closed the door behind me. I casually walked outside to see a sight of a lady. The bag dropped from my hand as I realized who this woman was. My eyes widened, almost popping out of my sockets. Why was she here? Why did she have a stupid and pitiful smile on her face? "Hey honey," she spoke with a soft, annoying voice. I roughly rubbed my Amber brown eyes so I could erase this image but I couldn't. This was not a fictional character, it was a living human being who I called a lying, backstabbing she-devil but normal people would call her my mother.
Yes, this person was my mother. The one who gave birth to me and left me. Then, thinking it could not get any worse, her husband or my father appeared. Just great!! These people were my parents, the ones who called me rude names about my weight, the ones who would rather spend time getting drunk or gambling than having time with their daughter, the ones who left me all alone when I was six and I had to walk to my grandmother's house. I couldn't say anything or I would explode. I was so infuriated, I thought I had steam blowing out of my ears. They were saying things but I blocked them out so I wouldn't lash out then they guided me to the car where my misery or life would continue.