A Peek In Nox's Brain

Sirius

Oh my god, Siblings, Sister Linatic, I'm trying not to cry.

First, my mom texted me and said she was on her way home from work.

I, being the procrastinator I am, rushed to start my laundry before she got home.

AS I was pumping the liquid detergent into the container, I pinched my ring finger of my right hand (Keep in mind I'm right-handed), causing a blood blister.

It fripping HURTS, Siblings. Really bad.

I rushed to finish my laundry, throwing random things that would take too long to hang up out of the way (read: pants that weren't jeans) and grabbing shirts. The washer door slammed shut, startling me. I ran to open it, dumping the clothes in.

So l grabbed my wash cloth (note: this is after I attempted to run my finger under the ice-cold water that was coming from the machine RIGHT after I pinched it), ran it under the cold water, and wrapped my finger. I began crying for my mama (because that's what I always do)

She arrived, I showed her the finger. She said to leave it alone. After about a minute, I...she said...well:

Mama: Well...I've got some bad news and some good news

Me: *sceptical* Okay...

Mama: *blunt* Your dad's been in a wreck.

Me: *frozen*

Now is a good time to note that my dad is a construction worker. He drives a dump truck/other machinery all day

Me: Is he okay?

Mama: Oh, yeah. The guy didn't have insurance. Got a ticket for letting the insurance sit, for driving too close, and for not having a child properly restrained. The girl has a busted nose.

Me: I don't care about the girl

Note, everyone, that I was in shock and impatient, wanting to hear what's going on with my dad. In any other case, I would've.

Mama: *stern glare* Well I do

Me: Okay, okay. Is daddy gonna be home?

Mama: He is determined to finish the day. Ray (his boss) is gonna send him to the hospital when he's done.

By now, I'm not sure if I can speak and not burst into tears, but I'm saved from having to reply.

Mama: if you look on my phone under your Dad's name, you'll see a picture of the pick-up truck.

Me: *rushes to grab phone*

Mama: They could've died

Me: *gasps, brain not thinking logically no matter how hard I try and believing that I'm gonna lose my dad soon. scrolls quickly, then seeing the truck, feel relief* What's this?

Mama: The pick-up truck

Guys, my mom is, like, 53. My dad's around 56, 57, 58. Can't remember

I've had to grow up quickly, what with being raised by my grandparents

My birth father (a drug addict) never wanted a girl so he shoved my mother down a staircase, causing me to be born early

I was sold at under five months for $300 by my birth father to a distant cousin.

Said cousin became pregnant so I was given to my grandparents. They have raised me since I was five months old. They adopted me two years ago, changing my name from my name to my nickname. I'm proud to have them as parents, but...they're older. They've outlived their entire family (sans my mom. Her sons are still alive)

I've been expecting to lose them at any moment since I was NINE. I'm only thirteen. I don't wanna lose my parents.

To top it all off, one of my brothers (my brothers live with our birth parents. One is eight. The other is eleven. The eight year old lives with my birth mother and her husband. The eleven year old lives with my birth father and his many, rotating girlfriends) is being badly abused. I fear for him (the eleven year old).

I gotta go, before I burst into tears.

~Nox

PS. Sister Linatic, can I have a huggle? Even if I'm not really a touchy-feely person, this is internet