Overcoming My Father

Chapter 7

When I finally regained consciousness I wasn't at home. I was.. In the hospital. What? How'd I get here? I tried to sit up, but a familiar voice stopped me.

"Area, oh thank god you're awake!" My mom exclaimed as she ran over and gave me a warm hug. I looked at her with an extremely confused face, she must have caught on. "Well, the morning after your fight with your dad, I went into your room and tried to wake you up, but... You wouldn't. So I called an ambulance and they brought you here. They said you had a concussion and there were high amounts of Advil in your system. They think it may have been a suicide attempt. Was it hunny?" She spoke softly. I almost felt like I could trust hr, but I knew this would fade.

"Of course not mom, why would I do that? My head was killing me, I just took too much Advil." I smiled. She gave me a skeptical look, but then turned away.

"I'll go get the doctor." She said quickly as she left. Crap. They were on to me. They knew I just tried to kill myself. What was I going to tell this stupid doctor. He surely would believe the story I told my mom. No one takes half a bottle of Advil for a headache. Whatever, I'll just have to go with it. I hated hospitals, they always had the same sterile smell. A smell I can't stand. Plus, these beds are really uncomfortable. The door slid open and I was expecting some male know it all doctor, but a short female entered the room. Shock spread across my face.

"Hi area. I'm doctor Morrison, how are you feeling?" She asked confidently.

"I feel fine, when can I go home?" I asked, hoping shed say today. She gave me a 'are you kidding me' look. And then I knew, I wasn't leaving for awhile.

"We need to have a talk before you can go home. I need to ask you a few questions, please answer honestly, okay?" She paused and then continued, "have you been feeling suicidal? Or have you had any suicidal thoughts?" Her words hit me like a knife. The word suicide affected me so deeply. I tried to keep my face neutral, I'm sure I failed.

"No. I haven't felt suicidal or had any suicidal thoughts." I replied blankly. She stared at me, clearly not believing a word I said.

"Any suicide attempts? We can help you, ya know." She said trying to reassure me. She failed. I composed myself with everything I had.

"I haven't tried to kill myself, thanks. Are we done here, I'd like to sleep?" I said with a big grin on my face. Her face dropped, clearly she was shocked.

"I have one more question for you. Are you being abused at home? We'll find you help if you are, you just need to tell me, okay?" She asked while staring at me intensely. My whole body went into panic mode and I tried my best to hide everything i was feeling. But I'm sure she read right through my foolish attempts to hide my feelings.

"Why are you asking me all of this? No. I'm not being abused. Are we done now?" I snapped and glared at her. She hit a nerve and I was not okay with it. She needed to know that she crossed a line.

"Yes, we're done. If you ever do have any suicidal thoughts let someone know. If you feel like you're going to hurt yourself tell someone right away or call the police, okay?" She spoke fast, it sounded almost forced.

"Yeah, whatever," I huffed at her. She smiled and left the room. I sat there in shock. And overwhelming amount of emotions tried to fill my body, but I stuffed them deep down into the bottom of myself. I stuffed them so far down, they'd never surface again. And just in time for my mom to enter.

"Hey sweetie, what did the doctor ask you? What did you tell her?" She asked, seemingly in a panic.

"Nothing really mom. Why?" I questioned her.

"Well. I lied to the doctor. I told them that you fell when you were riding your bike and that's how you got these injuries..." She spoke quietly. Knowing what she did was wrong. Anger flashed through my veins.

"Get out mom!" I practically yelled. Tears gathered in her eyes. "Get out! Get out now!" She didn't move, she just stared at me blankly. "GET OUT!" She got up and ran out crying. I didn't care, I was so mad at her. She lied for the sake of that bastard! Did she love him more than me? Do I even matter? When I get home, I'm going to gather al the pills in the house and take every single one. This time I'll die. Hey doctor, guess what? I'm thinking about suicide. What's that? You can't hear me? Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot to say it out loud. The spiteful thoughts clouded my mind until I drifted off into sleep.

Sorry I haven't wrote in awhile, I've been busy! I hope you continue to read. (: