Closed Lips

Chapter Three

This morning I woke to the sound of mum and dad in the hallway, discussing something. I throw off my covers and walk toward the wooden door. I turn the knob slightly to the right. I peek through the narrow opening and see mum hushing dad, to speak quieter. I just had a gut feeling that it's about me, I open the door and walk out, mum and dad go silent.

"Morning," I say.

"Good Morning" Mum replies.

I make my way down the stairs and go straight out the front door, yelling behind me "Bye" and then slamming the door. I run straight to Lia's house and get ready for school there. I couldn't stand being at home.The entire time we're walking to school, it's silent, no one says a word, but when we arrive at school everything is the same. I don't get it, is she not telling me something, again? Nothing's making sense anymore, nothing's going right, why do I even bother anymore?School was hard, but I survived. The only problem is home, it doesn't feel like home anymore, mum and dad  keeping secrets, they stop the conversation whenever I walk into the room and they just completely ignore me and all because they think I don't know that I'm adopted. Why didn't they just tell me? Things could have ended so much better. Although, they don't need to tell me things, seeing as they aren't actually my parents. 

Night time seems like the best part of the day, cause I'm free, well, kind of free, enclosed in a reasonably small room free. Which in this case is the most amount of freedom that I'll get. Not that mum nor dad would notice if I packed my bags and left, but I know that's not the right solution at the moment, I just don't know what is.Waking up in the morning is hard, especially the part where I have to talk to mum and dad. I try my hardest to avoid any contact with them, but I just make it harder for myself, not talking to them makes it obvious that I'm hiding something, but this is no different to what they are doing to me. I am the type of person who gets curious easily and needs to get the answers, kind of like a detective, except for the fact that I'm finding things out for my own good and no ones paying me. I also haven't found anything out which makes me a fairly crap detective. The hardest part of my life isn't home or school, it's people that never talk to me, suddenly all talking to me, just because of 'the news' which on my side of things is messed up. Who does that? Talking to someone because they're seriously ill, it's stupid!

School mornings are okay, I mean I'm not going to say they're amazing, because they're not, but at least for the most part mum and dad aren't awake, unless there is a repeat of yesterday morning.

I wake up the following morning and slowly walk down the stairs that make me gag, I always just have flashbacks to the moment I ran down the stairs and answered the phone, and that was the moment my life changed. There are no times where I am actually happy, happy for myself or happy for anyone really.  I turn to the kitchen and see no one there, my favourite type of mornings, when no one talks to me and when I am left alone. 

I get organised for school and just as I am about to leave I see a letter on the kitchen counter. It's mailed to my mum but I couldn't help myself from taking a peek. I grab the letter and begin to tear the envelope, once the letter is out I see a school logo, but it wasn't mine. For a minute I stood debating what to do, should I keep reading or just leave it? My curiosity got the best of me and I had to read it. Just as I was about to unfold the letter, I heard footsteps so I shoved the letter in my bag, grabbed an apple and sat at the counter. 

"Morning darling". Mum tiredly says with her eyes barely able to stay open.

"Morning," I gasp, still catching my breath from almost getting caught. "I'm going to go to school now," I say as I grab my bag and walk out the door.

I begin to walk to school but it was hard because I continued to get excruciating pain in my legs, my knees began to go weak and then everything went black. 

Next thing I know I'm laying in a hospital bed with all sorts of things hooked onto me. I sit up a bit and see mum sitting in a chair, looking out the window. I wondered what she was looking at.

"Mum," I whisper.

There was no response, I unhook some cords and walk over to the window.

"Mum," I repeat.

Again there was no response. I go lay back into the bed and just in time as well, a  nurse walked in the room asking how I felt, I said that I felt fine and asked what happened. The nurse explained many things but I didn't hear any of it, my mind was focused on mum, she seemed upset. I don't understand why, though, she's the one that's been lying to me my entire life. Why is she in here anyway if she's not even going to talk to me? I don't get it. Nothing makes sense anymore.