The Real You (BWWM)

10:The truth comes out

July 2nd, 2011

I wait in the the living room patiently while Hannah makes sandwiches for us in the kitchen. She insisted to make them by herself since she thinks being eight is like being thirty. We also had to start making our own food since we had to fire the nanny. We were getting broke and could't afford a nanny. "They're ready!" She yells out to me. I walk in to get the sandwich and instead see a monstrosity on the counter. I pick it up and hesitate before taking a bite. It feels foreign and unwanted in my mouth. She takes a bite of hers and scrunches up her nose. "This is terrible! I knew I shouldn't have out coffee beans with pickles. Her lips turn into a pout and she begins to cry. I kneel down to her height and put a consoling hand on her shoulder. "I'm a failure."

"Hey, don't say that. Some of us are just not good at some things. But you have plenty of time to figure out what you're good at Hann. And I'll be there to help you find what you're good at." She looks up at me with hope gleaming in her eyes. 

"Really?!" I smile brightly at her.

"Really." 

April 28th, 2016 

I slowly open my eyes and see the hospital walls.

What the hell happened?

"He's awake." I hear my dad say. I turn to my side to see Kyra sitting by my side, a concerned as fuck look on her face. 

"How are you feeling?" She asks me. 

"I have a major headache." I slowly try to sit up in the bed. 

"You almost gave me a heart attack Landon." My mom says. I've completely forgotten she was in the room until she actually spoke. The memory of the text and all the feelings seeing them all comes back to me. I try my hardest not to curse the living hell out of her. 

"Glad I didn't." I said with a blank expression. 

"Ah, he's awake." I hear the doctor come in. "How does your head feel?" He asks me while evaluating me. 

"Headache, a little disorientation, and nauseous." He makes me follow the trail of his finger and puts all his gear back. 

"Sounds like a concussion. We'll keep you here for a day or two for more evaluation and testing, just to see if there's no more damage to your body and brain. In the meantime, get some rest. Visiting times are almost over just to let you guys know." My dad nods and gets ready to leave. 

"We'll see you tomorrow sweetie." My mom bends down and kisses my forehead. I clench my jaw, trying not to push her away. They make their way out the door and Kyra waves bye to me. I wonder what she'll say when I tell her my mom's a druggie who committed filicide. For all I know right now. I have no parents. 

April 29th, 2016

I sit there with my headphones in, staring at the pouring rain outside the huge window. Being alone to think last night was not the best idea. It just made my hate for my mother grow stronger. I still can't believe she would do such a cruel thing like that. I suddenly hear the door knock, snapping me out of thought. "Come in!" I yell, expecting the morning nurse. I see Kyra come in with a balloon in her hand. She's drenched in water from the rain. 

"This is all I could afford." She says, referring to the balloon. I can't help but smile. 

"It'll do." We both laugh and she takes a seat by me. Seeing her face completely makes me forget about my mom. 

"You're looking better." 

"Don't let my face fool you. I feel like shit. Especially with this stupid IV irritating me."