It was my second day here in this prison with gross food and interrogators coming in every fifteen minutes. I have had a few visits since then, dad hasn't left my side and when mom wanted to visit and spend the night to watch me, dad would say no beacuse he wanted to be there for me this time since he missed out three years of my life. I understood why he wouldnt leave but i didnt want to see him like this because i could tell that when he wanted to come home; he wanted to come to is actual home where he has his beautiful wife, his two happy children waiting on the couch for him.
I could tell dad was exausted he layed there uncomfortable on one of those oval chairs, i missed the way he snored while he was passed out on the couch. He used to put his head on one cusion and lift up his feet on the arm rest of the couch and would cross his arms like he was angry. Instead of him looking angry in his sleep, he look liked he had been knocked out in a boxing match and was thrown into that chair. Luckily my dad was a very deep sleeper when he hasnt had any sleep for twenty-four hours.
The nurses order was to have bed rest all the time while i was there, not even to pee they had bed pans ugh it was uncomfortable and just gross but they werent there to keep me strapped down and dad was passed out so he wasnt paying attention. I lifted up the blanket slowly struggling to get out of bed without having it make any noises. I stumbled a little bit because of the stabb wound and the pain of the stiches were just awful.
I walked up to the door of my room, it was open so i was trying to keep my balance by holding my self up with the door frame. The lights of the hospital floor were turned off the only light that was visible was the litlle lights that were in the rooms and the dim lights from the outside the door frame that allows the nurses and doctors to see which room number they are at.
I walked around the whole level holding myself with the wall trying not to fall on my face. I peeked through some of the rooms and was able to read some of the charts from a distance, (I have a good eye sight and can read small print from a distance) but some of the charts had some sad reasons of being here. I looked into one room it had both a boy and a girl, same room, same last name, same chart, so they must have been brother and sister. Yet they're reasons were different from eachothers one said that the girl was beaten by her parents, you can tell she was abused because you can see where she was punched a couple of times and where they must have cut her. Her brother must have been defending his sister because he had been stabbed and his face was cut up. I couldnt help but smile because he was watching over her in the chair next to her while she was smiling in her sleep, she looked happy she was out of her house and away from her abusive parents. The brother must have saw me because he said hello with a friendly smile and walked over to the door.
He had walked up to me and leaned against the door frame and i was still holding my self up with the strength i had left. " your sister is beautiful by the way and im sorry I was stalking you guys." I had said while i was turning around going back to my "hotel suite". "No, stop its ok you dont have to go, well atleast not yet and thank you. My name is Xavier and thats my sister Carolina." I had looked over his shoulder and noticed they were kind of twins they had the same nose and same eyes... i assumed. "Twins huh?" I had said smiling "cute."
"Thanks i know i am, well i was before the incodent, but i never got your name. what is it?"
"Mariana...Mariana De Jesus"
"Pretty name for a pretty girl"
"Thanks, that was a cute compliment from a prettyboy."
He looks at the floor and does this adorable giggle, I couldnt help but do the same. I had looked into his baby blues and i had a whole swarm of butterflies enter my stomach. I didnt want to ask what actually happened because we were still aquaintences and it was just plain rude to do that. But i had went into his room and sat down with him next to his sister watching her sleep, we had talked for a while getting to know eachother a little more than just our names. I had learned he hadnt lived far from me he actually lived in my neighborhood for a while and actually had lived three blocks away from me. At one point in the conversation I had gotten sad and didnt say anything because he had asked...
"Why are you here?"
