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Friday 6/10/11

My mom showed up again today. She wasn't alone. None of that surprised me except for the fact that she was sober. She wasn't giggly, she didn't have a lisp, she was walking perfectly fine, her brain was at full awareness, and yet she still showed up with him.  He was wearing a crinkled blue shirt that said "Rusty's Auto Repair." His name tag was beside it, the metal rusted from old age. I can safely assume he's had this job a long time. His name was Wyatt. 

They sat down at the table off of the kitchen. "Cassy why don't you sit down, we have very exciting news!" I sat down slowly. Wyatt smiled at me with his pearly white teeth. What I heard next I was in no way ready for. "Well, we have decided to move in together!" She shrieks in excitement. "Wouldn't you like that Cas! We'll be a real family again!" My breathing stopped completely. Not a muscle in my body could move. She dare to kill my father, accident or not, and then try and replace him with a dirtbag that doesn't care about either of us. I thought she couldn't get worse, but oh boy was I wrong. "Are you out of your mind! You just met him and he broke our step outside by pushing me off of it! Please mom you're sober now, please make the right choice!" Her face contorts into anger as she slams her fist on the table and i wince. "Cassandra that is no way to speak to your mother. I have done everything for you and this is how you repay me. You're just a stupid little girl, you don't know anything!" I stood up, my seat pushing back from the sudden force. I was so angry that i couldn't think properly. "My name is not Cassandra and i am not your daughter." 

I couldn't run fast enough. Wyatt chased  me to the stairs as tears fell rapidly from my face. His hands wrapped around my waist as he tugged me back from the railing. He gripped my face and hit me. My heart was beating out of my chest. My brain was like a broken record, just over and over again, telling me to get out of the situation. He threw me against the back of the couch. I wailed as the corner of the frame dug into my spine. My lip was bleeding and i couldn't hear what he was saying over my cries.  He stepped towards me and all i saw was a blur of his foot and the pain in my head before everything went black. 

I could feel  my consciousness slowly coming back but i couldn't open my eyes. It was bright through my eyelids, but when ii tried to move my head the pain was to much so i tried to still every muscle in my body.  I groaned loudly and heard a door open. I tried to speak but my throat was raspy and sore. I felt a cold metal circle press against my chest. "Breath in'" was all i heard, but i obeyed. The woman in my  room asked if i could open my eyes in a soft, warming voice. I said no and I felt soft padding of a wet rag against my eyelids. I tried again and this time light flowed into my iris's. It stung and i attempted to shield the light with my hand. As time passed it got easier and easier to see. I looked around i realized i was in a hospital. I looked at the Nurse. "Why am i here? What happened to me? Where's my mom?" She told me that i was hurt pretty bad and asked me if i remembered anything from the incident. I didn't. 

I had seen several doctors and nurses throughout the day. What surprised me was when two stocky men with police badges walked in my hospital room. They started asking me questions about what happened, but they were never really specific. I felt bad when they left the room because i didn't give any useful information. I had been sleeping for most of the day, waking up occasionally and watching shows on the hospital television. I asked the nurse what happened to me every time i saw her, but she would tell me just to rest. I got kind of frustrated, but my body was to sore, so i gave up and decided not to worry about it. 

A girl walked into my room with red curly hair and thick black framed glasses. She was wearing a blue suit and had a clip board in her hand. I watched sa she sat down slowly in the chairs that had been placed in my room for visitors. "Hi Cassandra, my name is Sydney." She reached out to shake my hand and she told me she had and few questions for me. "So Cassandra," I cringed at the name, "let's talk about your Mom." My eyebrow raised and i suddenly got very worried. She asked me about my dad and how we dealt with his passing, which stung. She also asked me about school and basically normal life aspects. I lied like i always do, i mean what other choice did i have? Say my mom is an alcoholic and get ripped away from the one parent I have left? 

After I thought I had convinced her that everything was going okay in my life, she got up and started walking towards the door. Before she was all the way out she turned to me. "Is it okay if your Mom comes to see you?" This took by surprise, but i figured if she was sober enough to know i was at the hospital, then sure. Visiting hours were over so i was left to wonder the rest of the night what had happened to me. Why have so many people taken interest in me since i got hurt? I had figured I had just fallen down the stairs or something, but maybe it was more than that.