I buried my nose in the troubles of the cliché couple in my book. The steady beat of machine is still going and the hospital is just about as boring as ever. Two days until I can finally go home and be normal again. Well I mean as normal as someone who was almost raped and the suspect is gone can live.
My eyes start to wander from the book's monologue and I stare out of my room's large window. I can see a large grassy field from my window. The birds of all types and colors live together in peace, harmony and beautiful melodies. I feel a bit of envy in the pit of my stomach. My family seems the exact opposite. I still hadn't let my parents in to see me, but I knew the second I left this hospital our meeting would be inevitable. I mean I guess they are my parents, they wouldn't intentionally hurt me but they did know what they were doing. THey both went to college, they couldnt be total idiots. Meanwhile I had also not seen Ariana. Her continuing absence was not reported anymore, it just blew over.
Do you ever have that feeling in the pit of your stomach before you rant at someone? That feeling of bomb in your stomach growing bigger and bigger before it just- BOOM. Thats what my whole day felt like. In fact you might describe that as my moms managing career. She got me roll where I had to smoke? Fine. And the bomb grows. Sex scenes? The bomb grows. 'I got you a villainous boyfriend, Honey!' The bomb gets to an inconcievable high and your eyes start to tear. He rapes you? BOOM. Thats it. No second chances, no forgive and forget, the timer is done and blown. So why do these nurses keep asking about my parents? I don't effing know.
Looking out over the field I think about y grand exit out of this sanitized sanctuary. Sure, the nurses just pampered you beyond belief but that got old pretty fast. I can walk down the hall without a wheelchair thank you very much. I just want to sit with my fluffy dogs and tumblr all day. But no, dogs aren't allowed in the hospital and even my fancyiphone gets really boring hour after hour after hour surrounded by the white complexity of my room. Being in a coma was more entertaining than this. But being the fair person I am I saw both sides to this situation. When leaving this hospital the paparazzi will be countless and constantly bugging me. I simple trip to the grocery store would be a major security deal. Is that better than this boring white room? Hell yes.
The only thing exciting here was 1. me waking up 2. Jonell buying me books and 3. my moms dramatic entrance. Yes, my mother broke through security (with her boobs, yea really) and bombarded me with her 'motherly love'. "Oh, honey. This hospital is horrible. They wouldn't let us see you, and their gift shop is crap. I've been trying to get you moved all week!" SHe drawled in her slight southern accent, meanwhile stroking my face.
"Mom, get out." I whispered, trying not to explode at her.
"What? I can't hear you over all these dag-darn machines. Do these have a volume button? Oh, I'm so glad your ok baby!"
"Mother, leave. You know what you did. I don't want to have a loud publicized fight. Just. Leave." I told her coldly and directly.
"But, you know I didn't mean it baby! I was trying to help you!" She got closer to the bed and gripped my good arm tight.
"Mother. Leave, I don't want to see you again. You know why." I took some deep breaths. If she started yelling I know I would erupt.
But my mother is acting usual today so it did erupt, it went a little like this: *Mother screams about my well being and apologies. I start screaming about movie roles. She screams about hollywood directors and fame. I scream about Him. She screams about managers. I scream about how he always was to me and the nurse enters.*
Thats when my dramatic mother was escorted out of the hospital. Publicly. Loudly. It was awesome. Why is she not the actress of the family? But back to the point. No way am I accepting her apology. I have heard enough crap come out of her mouth for a lifetime. She and my father could pretty much retire off her salary and never bother me again. But, no. She is apparently finally gotten the 'motherly instincts' and is being angelic.
God, when can I just go to the Empire State Building and let this all go. Watch the twinkling light, the cars flying down streets, people walking fast with a purpose; and watch it all happen from above. Just observing, no touching. Just taking in the smoky air of my savior city.
At least Dr. Golde came today. I have finally admitted to myself it is ok to love him, he is drop-dead gorgeous. He came and just gave me a check up and my heart started beating fast ln the monitor when he touched me; SO embarrassing! But he told me some great news! Eight days til freedom! I'll be realised in eight days! Now I'm just counting it down...
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Ok well happy Valentines day all mah lovelies
xoxo Leahbayah
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