Sunny and Alex

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I wouldn't say anything to the people at the hospital the next day. They had to go to the school and ask the principal to my files. They have called my father every day for a week and he still hasn't answered or has shown up. He probably thinks he is in big trouble and doesn't want to be caught. He hates everything to do with hospitals, to security guards, to even Alex. Nurses have circled through my room for days. They have called in the hospital's therapist or whatever to talk to me. He sits in my room for hours watching me every day. I haven't said one thing to him and it doesn't seem like he even wants me to talk. I stare him the eyes for a while then I fall asleep to the sound of his heavy breathing. It reminds me of Alex and that makes me cry and throw my shitty cafeteria food on the ground. That is how we end every session, every day. I haven't spent much time thinking about why he was there. Maybe he is just here to occupy me, but if that was his job he is doing terrible. No one visits me except nurses, doctors, and this creepy therapist for a week. On Sunday the therapist didn't show up like usual. It worried me a little bit because I was finally getting used to his presence. Every time someone came by my room I craned my neck to see if it was him. Yet no one came for days. Only a couple nurses popped in and that was that. No one came to get me, no one came to talk to me, no one came for me. This just made my feelings increased, bad ones, and good ones. I know wanted to kill myself more than ever. I just had to wait for someone to bring me a knife or get me released. One day I will get out and a knife will be waiting for me, or maybe even a gun.

It's next week Friday when someone told me I had a visitor. I straighten up waiting for whoever it was to take me away. About five minutes pass until someone walks by my room. I swear it looked like Alex, but he kept walking. Then the mystery person walked back and stopped. He popped his head in saying something like, hey there. It was Alex, he was here at the hospital, coming to visit me. He walks in with a bruised face and a fat lip. He gives me his cute ass smile as he walks in to sit down. He takes my hand unraveling all the cords that were twisted up on my hand. He doesn't talk for a long time, he just sits there and stares into my eyes. I can't help, but turn away and look out at the window. I let go of his hand after about five minutes letting him know I don't want him there. I mean I did, but after what I had done I didn't want him next to a monster. I loved Alex and he loved me. I couldn't let him keep falling for an ugly monster that had ruined his life. He doesn't leave when my hand moves, he stays where he is still looking up at my face. I actually fall asleep after about an hour or two. When I woke up he was still there next to me, he even grabbed my hand to hold on to it. I meet his eyes after I become fully awake.  "Alex, what are you doing here? You don't want me anymore. I'm not worth the effort, I'm not worth anything." I can tell Alex was hurt by what I had said, but he needs to know that I'm not worth it. I can't ruin his life anymore.                                                                                                             "Sunny, don't ever say that again. You are worth it and you are everything. I love you sunny and you can't just leave me like that. I won't let you rot away at your house with him. I know that you feel awful about what has happened to me. I know that you just want to get rid of me so I won't be killed or hurt again. I won't let you do that though. Sunny listen to me, I love you. Everything about you makes me melt inside, to your looks, personality, and how smart you are. I want to be with you for as long as I can, but I can't do that with you acting like this. Come and stay at my house for a while. Sunny, we can make this better. You understand?" Alex stands up with tears running down his face. I shake my head no. I won't let him do this. I'm going back to my house and I'm never returning to school. I never going to be with Alex. He still doesn't leave even after I had said no. He walks over the big windows looking out at the street below. I don't know what he is thinking about. I know what I'm thinking about, and I'm pretty sure where I can do it.

Alex said this was the next chapter in my life. His mother and father came a couple days after his visit. Coming to take me to my house to get supplies and clothes. Then straight to their house to live with their family. I didn't want to go with them. I resisted, I punched, kicked, and screamed. They got me in a wheelchair after a while strapping me down with thick velcro. Doctors came to give them some of my medication. Sleeping pills, anxiety meds, and depression. Once everything was in place they took me to my house. I didn't say one word to anyone the whole way there. It all felt like a dream to me. The way I walked up to my front steps, to me opening my front door, even when I walked up the stairs. I didn't stop walking till I got to my bedroom. I grab a duffle bag out from under my bed, shoving every pair of clothes I had into it. I grab the strap of the bag pulling it over my shoulder. I take a long glance at my bedroom. Everything is still set up from the night Alex came. I turn around walking into the bathroom. I grab everything in the cabinets to old medication, soap, and razors. Then I walk to the old back room upstairs. It was my mother's sewing room. She used to sew my clothes all the way up until I was in fifth grade. Dust flies out as I open the door. Cobwebs cover every surface, dust floats through the air, and even the window curtains have turned a dark gray from a nice white color. I go over the wall closet to grab some other stuff. I take out a moldy box filled with things of my mother. I take pictures out, clothes, shoes, and even a lock of her hair. I remember when she donated her hair, she just wanted a little chunk to keep for herself. It is tied up to look like a little bow that you see on Christmas wreaths. I pull more and more things from the box. I finally push in the almost empty box back into the closet. I get up and head for the stairs. My father is asleep in his bedroom like always on a Friday night. I try to walk past his bedroom without waking him up. I think I had gotten past the room without waking him until I hear a creak behind me. My father walks out of his room in his white tank top and boxers. He scratches his face for a minute before he says anything.                                                                                                                                                     "Sunny where the fuck have you been. I was worried the hospital keep calling me over and over again. The cops even showed up once. You could have gotten me in trouble you little thot. Where the fuck do you think you're going? Answer my question you little dumb bitch!" My father then backhand slaps me right across the face. I missed part of the blow due to my extreme reflexes. He then lunges at me full force. I try to move away, but he checks me in the side. I fall backward down the stairs screaming as I hit each step with the back of my head. He heads down the stairs ready to reach out and snatch me. I guess Alex and his family had heard me scream because they all storm through the door. Alex's father; Max, pulls me up from the bottom the stairs dragging me back. Then his wife comes and takes me back the car. She grabs my back that had fallen and runs to the car with me at her side. Alex runs out next starting the car. Then Max gets out closing the front door behind him. Alex's mother tries to look at me to see if I'm hurt, but all I do is look out at the house. I watch it get smaller as we drive away. My father never comes out of the house. I turn back to see Alex glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. I think about what had happened, Alex had come to rescue me even after what had happened last time. And deep down I think Alex is the one for me, but all that will end soon enough. I just need one thing before I leave.