Taste of Poison

Chapter Five: Little Sister

 Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. 

God, that was getting annoying.

Why am I hooked up to a heart monitor? I'm pretty I wasn't dying or dead so... What the heck?

With a frown, I stare up at the ceiling in the hospital room I was staying in. There's some flowers on the stand next to me. There's several "Get Well" cards which make me want to laugh. 

The nurse that checks on me is some middle aged woman. She walks in with a big Sally Sunshine smile and shuts the door behind her. 

"Your mother is here to check on you. Also-" 

"HIPAA," I simply state.

She goes silent as her eyes widen in alarm. In the times that I was in school several years ago, I learned about a certain word called "HIPAA". It means that the nurse or doctor or whoever has your medical records cannot tell anyone about the reason you're in the hospital. In my case, I don't want my mom to know I'm in the hospital because of a panic attack and about the evidence that I have Xanax and alcohol in my system. Hell, I even had heroin.

If the nurse or doctor doesn't keep their mouths shut about my business, I can sue them for everything they have. 

Yeah...HIPAA is awesome. 

"Okay then... I wouldn't suggest that though. I would-" 

"I don't give a damn about what you would do. I'm doing what I'm doing so keep your mouth shut," I snap angrily.

I've been told pretty much everything. Doctors have told me that I should get a psychiatrist or go to rehab before things take a turn for the worst. They talk to me about how Xanax could lead to other drugs and that sort of thing since I also had heroin in my system. Hell, I popped some Xanax because of the heroin. I feel a whole lot better now.

If I die then I die. 

Everybody has a due date... When my time comes, it comes. I may do stupid shit like leaving the milk out too long so my due date might come up quicker than I think.

The nurse leaves but soon comes back with my mother.

A frown forms on my lips when I see how fashionable she looks. The expensive earrings and the high priced clothing brands she's wearing. The sight of her was pissing the hell out of me. It's like she's trying to rub it in my face that her life is so much better without me at her house. 

That's fine. I'm so much better being away from my piece of shit family. I don't want anything to do with them anymore.

"Oh my lord! I was so worried about you!" Mom exclaims as she runs to my side. 

"So worried that you went shopping for new clothes?" I ask her coldly.

Her expression hardens as she glares at me. "I've had these clothes. And yes, I am genuinely worried about you." 

Yeah, suuure. 

"Where's Scout?" 

"I don't know. I don't really care to know either. I'm pissed at the fact that you were at a strip club!" 

"For the record, I wanted to stay home, but Scout made me go. You know that she's a party animal," I say dryly. "And I'm twenty-four. You can fuck off. I can go to any club I want, and you can't tell me what to do."

"Excuse me," the nurse cuts in as she opens my door. 

"Yes?" My mom asks. 

"Zamiel has another visitor," the nurse says as she opens the door a bit wider for whoever it is.