Raise Hell and Let it Burn (On Hold)

Chapter 9

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I have to admit, the look on the doctor's face was hilarious. I almost started laughing except my lungs prevented me from doing so. That horrible man..... I shivered as goosebumps erupted all over my skin. I no longer wanted to laugh. I wanted to talk, to ask questions but the doctor insisted on making sure I was in good enough condition to talk to my family and the police. After he took his tests the doctor said that I should have my rest but that I should be fine. He then called in my mom and Rosie.

"HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

My little sister sure likes to come in with a bang. Literally, she threw the door open so hard the doctor jumped back at the noise and look around wildly. This made me smile.

"Rosie! Aw, how's my little munchkin?"

"I told you stop calling me that!"

"I'm sowwwyyyyy........munchkin" I did my best to put on a sincere face.

"I will kill you!!!!!!" Little Rosie came running at me with her fists balled up. Quickly, before she could cause me harm in my already injured state, my mom swooped up Rosie quickly and smoothly. She started speaking.

"Rosie dear, why don't you go wait outside? Helena and I need to talk about grown-up things." My mother's face was calm and sweet.

"No!!! I won't!!! I WILL NOT SUBJECT MYSELF TO THIS BLATANT DENIAL OF MY HUMAN RIGHTS! I AM NO CHILD, YOU HORRID ADULTS TREAT ME AS THOUGH I Am UNEQUAL!!! YOU AGELAST HUMAN ARE NO MOTHER OF MINE!" Rosie crossed her arms and stomped her feet. Soon her once pale face has started to turn red with the effort of screaming. Mother glared at me.

"Helena," she said with a wickedly kind smile, "Did you teach Rosie those words?"

"Erm...." My face matched Rosie's in a matter of seconds. "Maybe she listened in on me? Heh. Heh. Heh......."

"Rosie, I am not an agelast and I need you to please go outside. You understand I am treating you like an equal by asking you politely rather than using my superpowers." At the word "superpowers" Rosie's face paled and she silently walked backwards to the door. As she disappeared with an evil grin my mother turned back to me and slapped her forehead.

"She had the bag full of cookies I baked for you...."

After along talk with my mom and lots of scolding i was finally handed over to the police investigating the crime. I told the entire story and answered every question they asked truthfully. After they had me repeat the story backwards and forwards they soon left (presumably to talk to other witnesses). Now that I was alone I lay down on my back and stare at the ceiling in peaceful quiet. The only sounds were the continuous beeps of the machine next to me. I feel tired all of a sudden but do my best to combat sleep, the nightmares scared me even though I didn't act like it. Sometimes people would notice that I was a little jittery but I always deflected their questions. After about an hour the doctor came back in and said I no longer needed the drop, that I was thankful for. He then changed my bandages and took more tests on my recovery. Once he left my mom came back in with a smiling Rosie. I wondered why she looked so happy but then I looked down at her mouth and shirt only to see about a pounds worth of cookie crumbs. Suddenly I found myself smiling. Then giggling. Then laughing. I was laughing like a maniac for no reason, no reason at all. Then it hits me. I could have died, that horrid man could have stabbed me in the chest or slit my throat and I would have died. This realization sent me into a torrent of tears and Mom and Rosie come hug me, concern written all over their faces. No one says anything as the my sobs replace the monitor's beeps with wails. I could have lost my family.