Will You Be My Saviour?

the girl with the shattered heart

Abbi's POV :
Hi I'm Abbi. I'm 16 and I live in New Jersey. I have purple dyed hair and snake bites. Thank the goddesses that Roseanne is out. Rosseanne is my mom. We don't get along. All we do is fight. I have a bruise on my cheek that is still healing from her. I didn't cook fast enough. I also have five stitches in the bottom of my jaw from her.
*flashback*
When she punched me, I spun and hit my face on the kitchen counter and fell. My blood started oozing from my mouth and jaw, and Roseanne started screaming at me! What did I do, she's the one that hit me!
" clean that blood up, NOW !"
"NO ! YOU FUCKING BITCH." Screamed back and ran to the bathroom. I dripped blood all the way from the kitchen to the bathroom sink, which was at least forty feet from the kitchen. Roseanne stomped to the bathroom and banged on the locked door.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THAT KITCHEN AND FINISH COOKING ! I DONT BUY FOOD FOR YOUR SLUTTY ASS TO BURN AND WASTE!"
By now, i was starting to feel a little light headed because I was angry, sobbing, and bleeding. Not that blood bothered me. I had plenty of scars to prove it didn't. I ignored Roseanne and her screaming. I examined my wounds. The bottom of my jaw was going to need stitches. Just as i saw this, i felt a breeze. The bathroom window! It was only on the first floor, so i could jump out and walk myself to the hospital. I wiped my blood off the sink so i wouldn't slip and pulled myself up. I unlatched the window a slid it up. I claimed up on the windowsill jumped out. I rolled to take away some of the impact. I could still hear Roseanne yelling curses at the bathroom door. 'Why did she have to blame me for all her problems? It's not my fault I was born. Its not my fault I'm not good enough. It's not my fault in a waste of space...' I couldn't help but think to myself. Within a half of hour, i arrived at the hospital. As I walked throughout the emergency room doors, the lady at the desk smiled kindly at me. And then the lady at the desk noticed the blood in my mouth and on my chin, and the bruise on my cheek . Her kind smile quickly dropped. She ran from behind the desk to me.
"Hi honey, my name is Ms. Jaclyn. Tell me your name and I'll sign you in. Where is you parents?"
"Well, I'm abbi. Abbigail Snow. My mom is away and she has no phone, my dad is somewhere, or dead, who knows, and I have no one else."
"Hmm... that's no good honey. Plaese go into the room right there and doctor Philip will be right in. Ill take care of the rest."
I thanked her and went into the room just like she said. I liked Me. Jaclyn. She was nice. A few minutes later there was a soft knock, followed by a tall man with black hair and wireframe glasses. I read his name tag, Dr. Philip MD.
"Hi, I'm doctor Philip, and it looks like you, ma'am took a big spill lets have a look."
He came over and examined me. He interrogated me on what happened. I gave him the story. Or a story. I left Roseanne out of it, and said i was making myself dinner and slipped on some water. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right?
"Alrighty then, miss Abbigail, yo- "
"Just Abbi, please." I interrupted. I felt bad for cutting him off, but only one person called me Abbigail, and that was hailie when we would goof off.
"Yes, my apologies, ABBI, but you will be needing stitches. I'll be back to do them." The doc said as he was flashing a bright light in my eyes. When he was finished he walked out.
'Yay, stitches!' I thought with false happiness... i hate needles.
*end of flashback*
Maybe if I start dinner now, she will take it easy on me tonight. Maybe a dessert will put her on a good mood...