Sunny and Alex

Fuck

I finally wake up in the ambulance with the school nurse and the cop that came to assist me. One of the paramedics is putting needles into my arm and swabbing my side. I wince in pain as liquid is poured into the cut, making the paramedic realize I was awake. I tried to talk and tell them that I can't be here and my dad would literally kill me. No noise came out of my mouth, and any movement made me want to scream. I gave up and laid back staring at the ceiling watching the lights in the corner of my eye. Someone starts playing with my hair, almost as if I'm a horse. I don't have any energy left to look to see who it is. I just close my eyes and hope to God that my dad doesn't come.

"Fucking shit are you trying to kill me!?," I yelled at the staff nurse as she tried to take the bandages off of my scars, "I put those there for a reason...Jesus fucking christ can you not."       "Ma'am I need to take these off so we can properly clean them. I need you to calm down and let me take them off," she says this with a slight tone of her voice making me want to punch her in the throat. I had plenty of practice with my dad in the beginning years, before he got too strong and I became too weak.                                                                                                                                               "Just do it fast okay...I have stuff to do." she nods her head in agreement and starts to rip them off pulling dead skin and blood with her. So much for covering this up. I guess I'll have to buy new clothes since people don't know how to take clothes off. My sweatshirt and jeans and cut to pieces thrown all over the floor, making it look like I went into some frenzy with scissors. The school policeman walks in with a notepad and pen. I'm guessing he wants some answers, but he probably knows he isn't getting any. I've seen him before at school and coming to my house. My neighbors don't know how to stay out of others people businesses.

"Hey, Sunny I need to ask you some questions about that big cut you have on your side," He stares at me questionably, "It almost looks like this could be more that a fence post getting stuck. It looks like someone had carved out a piece of your skin with a knife." I stare back at him deciding what I should say. Playing out each scenario, which way I could take this. I don't need to think very hard if I lie I wouldn't have to hear it from my dad. If I tell the truth there is no way the cops will be able to stop him, not this time.                                                                                               "I've said it before I just got it stuck on my backyard fence post, nothing else. It was pretty sharp and I didn't realize it until this morning."                                                                                                         "Well what about all these bruises and scars, those can't be from the same fence post." he knows I'm lying, but I'm sticking to this story till I can leave this place.                                   "Yeah...um..those were from a walk in the woods. I fell down a big hill and well the bruises are self-explanatory," Damn, I'm getting good at this lying thing. I need to start writing this down and publish a book to all the kids out there, "What...stop staring at me I told you the story so you can stop asking questions." I give him my death stare till he walks out.                                          "Alright I'm all done, there are some fresh clothes in the closet for when you leave later tomorrow." She takes all my clothes and bloody clothes. This bitch is stupid, now I got clothes.

I make it out of the building not bringing any attention to myself. I see my friends car and hop in. Jenna doesn't ask questions, she doesn't care, and she works here in the children's ward so it is an easy getaway. I tell her to drive me home no questions asked or anything. We get there I stare at the empty, gray, rotten house. "Thanks." I get out in my combat boots, some ugly small sweatpants, and a small white t-shirt. I walk through the uncut grass, waiting at the door. I maybe have stood there for a good five minutes waiting. The door creaks open, letting the dimness and musty smell surround me as I walk in. I slowly turn around letting my eyes adjust. I heard movement upstairs...fucking shit.