Overcoming My Father

Chapter 8

I had spent a total of seven days in the hospital. Two unconscious from the medicine, and five so they could check on me and make sure I was okay. But boy, was I finally happy to be going home. And for a girl like me, that says a lot. I just couldn't stand hospitals. They were my least favourite places to be.

The ride home was silent. Mom didn't say a word to me. I think she knew I was still mad at her for covering for dad. And I shouldn't be, I mean I cover for the guy everyday. I should cut her some slack, that is her husband and all. The first thing I wanted to do when I got home was go straight to my room and relax for a bit. Just be in my own space without doctors and nurses coming in every two hours, without all the other patients noises. I just wanted to be alone for awhile. But apparently, that's not what everyone else had in mind for me.

"Sit down sweetie." My mom said sternly. I did as I was told, just like always. Both my parents stared at me with concerned looks.

"So, hunny, what's been going in with you lately? We've noticed several changes in you lately." She spoke softly and reached over to touch my arm. I flinched away from her. Glared at her, then turned to my father and gave him the best glare I could give. If looks could kill I'm sure he'd be dead.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. Can I go now?" I snapped got up and left for my room before either of them could reply. Maybe my father should fill her in on his dirty little secret. Maybe he should tell her what he puts me through. Maybe I should just leave, and not come back. Maybe I should go through with my plan. I grabbed my moms letters and re-wrote it, added in some new parts for her. I wrote my dads, I put in all the harsh words I could think of. I also added in the sad truth that even though I hate him, I still love him. I went to the bathroom ignoring them completely. I took all the pills I could find. This was going to be a long process. I set the letters in a place where they'd notice them, but not right away. I took the rest of the Advil, and a bunch of these weird pills that were prescribed to my mom. I was just about to take another pill when my mind went black. I faded even farther into the blackness. And this time I was really hoping I wouldn't wake up. There was no point anymore. My mom did nothing, she knew that dad knocked me around sometimes and she did nothing. I had no help, no hope. I was done. If I woke up from this I would just try again, this time with something a little more lethal. But I was going to die, one way or another.