I Hate My Job

7 - Terrance's Mom

7 - Terrance's Mom

I'm not a good person.

I know that. I know because my parents left me alone to face the world by myself when I was 14 months old. I know that from the guardian who took care of me in the orphanage. She was also the one who took care of BJ.

And the other hundreds of kids.

But BJ and I left the orphanage when we were fourteen because we thought we could live by ourselves and it would worked out just fine. Of course, not everything goes as you planned it to be. We were practically miserable and our guardian eventually found out about our situation and she decided to lend us a hand.

BJ, being the hard-headed he is, refused to receive her help. He wanted to be his own man and hopefully prove to his parents that he could do perfectly well without them. Our guardian- I should probably tell you the name, right?

Mrs Wilson. Her name was Mrs Wilson. Sweetest lady to have ever existed and I am more than grateful that she was the one who took me in. Anyway...

Mrs Wilson helped us to get jobs because she said that was the least she could do. She couldn't watch us live miserably because she was the one who took care of us. She looked us as if we were real children.

As soothing that sounds like, it still doesn't change the fact that I do have real parents. I still have my biological parents. Unfortunately, I'm not good enough for them. I know I should get over it but it still hurts to know that I used to have parents but never knew how they look like.

So, I figured that I'm not capable to be loved and be in love. I stopped believing that I would find someone who might take me as me.

I stopped that a long time ago.

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I woke up staring at a white ceiling and to the sounds of faint footsteps near me. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the lights and to the new surroundings. I was apparently in a room, lying on a bed, and a tube stuck on top of my hand.

Holy sh*t. What the heck happened?

As soon as I realized where I was, I jolted from the bed that probably looked like a dead person just came to life and to add the drama, I let out a loud shriek that echoed throughout the room. I kept shifting on the bed and at the same time, hurting myself since I had a needle stuck in my skin.

Not long after that, a loud siren suddenly blaring in my room and outside the hallway. If I hadn't have enough shit, I don't know what is. Why did I say that?

Well, it was because seconds later a group of people in white coats, which I assumed were the doctors, and nurses bursted through the doors and immediately huddled around my bed, making me feel like I was some sort of freak show.

I watched them bustling here and there, checking my vital signs, my heart beats, flashing lights in my eyes without permission and holy cow, this was a lot more pressure than to have to welcome guests.

I snapped out of it and literally, I just snapped. I started to toss and turn in my bed and kept yanking my hands away from their holds, which I think wasn't the best decision I made.

Why?

Because they weren't just holding my arms, they also had their grips on my both of my legs to block me from kicking more male nurses and female nurses. But mostly, male nurses.

"Ma'am! Would you please calm down? We need your corporation, ma'am. Please, calm down!" One of the doctors said as he tried to hold me down.