The Broken Truth

The Past

It was cold and dark... I felt the blind fold across my eyes , and strong arms carrying my limp body to an unfamiliar place.

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Earlier that day....

*Mom, I can't be here anymore, I can't take the pain any longer. I don't want to be alive.* I screamed as tears slid down my face.

She took the razor from my hands and covered my arms with towels. She rushed me to the emergency room as I began coming in and out of consciousness.

*WHY PRESLIE? Why don't you want to be alive? You have turned into someone I don't even recognize anymore* she cried and yelled as I was lying in the back seat too weak to speak.

I woke up sometime later my arms bandaged and stitched up, with an oxygen mask sending air to my body. I looked down and saw the IV keeping me sedated.

*Mom?*

*Im here baby, I'm here.* tears still sliding down her eyes.

At that moment the doctor walked in, *Mrs. Goode, I need a word with you, could you please step into the hallway with me?*

The door was left slightly cracked, and I was still able to hear them speaking faintly.

*Mrs.Goode we have found something in her blood work... her kidneys are beginning to fail, her muscles are deteriorating and the fibers are clogging her kidneys... this is a very uncommon disease in kids her age. Rabdomyalisis, is commonly occurred in firefighters, it happens when the body has too much stress and trauma in the mind... has she been eating or drinking plenty? *

I thought to myself, I haven't been able to eat much for months now... or even drink without getting sick..

*No, not much.. she has been getting sick. *

*Well there is a 75% chance she won't live through the week.. I want to keep her in ICU for the next couple days and get a councilor to speak with her and see what is causing her severe depression.*

My mom walked back in acting as if everything was okay.

*I am going to die aren't I?* I asked already knowing the answer.

*No baby, but I need to know... how long and why have you felt this way?*

I felt fresh tears beginning to pour from my eyes. I felt guilty.. I couldn't answer.

*Preslie, you have been sneaking out, partying, I found the pipe in your room... you disrespect Landon and I, I know he is just your step dad, but you can't treat us both like shit all the time. Preslie, you just broke your hand a month ago, from punching the wall, because Landon told you to do one thing. You fight Jackson constantly, he is your step brother. They are your family, why are you acting this way?*

She was begging for the truth, she wanted to know so bad, but if I told her... it would ruin her perfect little life. Just because I could no longer feel okay in that house doesn't mean she has to go through it and lose her happiness.

*I just do mom. I don't want to be alive any more ... I hope I die in here.. *

I trailed off, I didn't want to tell her why but I couldn't think of a good enough lie that would make sense..