Dear Diary

Jan 14th

my eyes open to a white yellow tinted ceiling with a maroon pedeled ceiling fan dangling in the center. suddenly a crystal clear wave splashes on my face, sending a cool sensation cascading down my face to my chin.. only then i realized more than my face is wet.."what could have happend to her? how did she end up like this honey?" spoke a soft male voice. MY DAD! " i dont know.. the last thing i saw of her before her conscience got blown away, was her falling down the stairs." said Mom.. THAT LIAR!! "you think this is why she got like this?" " im pretty sure, why?" " because when i searched her for injuries while you were using the bathroom, i saw her hip as red as could be," a silence was beared between them after dad's statement.. i could feel the tension growing...until," well, atleast she's awake now" mom said as i sat up on their bed i lay in. they both stared at me, dad with a growing gentle smile on his face, as if welcoming me home after 7 minutes in heaven.and mom raising her eyebrow at me..and with the study of their final looks i popped up from the bed and spat out the door,, down the stairs and back to the front door.