Tragic

Tragic Part 5

For the past week, I've been in the hospital and the doctors have run countless tests on me to prove that I'd healed right or something like that. My body was healing properly that's all that really came out if being in the hospital. One thing that came out being there that wasn't so good is that I am now in the custody of the state. Well, until my brother takes me in, if he does even that. Sure, he's been here the entire time and hasn't left my side since, but he also ditched me for a few years without any contact. So, I don't really know what to make of the situation and it's not really my call, even if, it should be. My father and mother have made a numerous amount of attempts to see me, but since my dad is the reason I'm in here and my mother doesn't actually care, they aren't allowed. I rolled my eyes every time I would hear my mother say, "That's my daughter! You have to let me see her!" and the officer outside my door would just chuckle and push her aside. To be honest, I didn't want to see either of my parents. My mom never did anything to stop my father from hitting me and he had never onced touched her or at least not that I can recall. My father doesn't deserve to see me mainly because he's the one who put me in this situation.

I was tired of sitting in the same bed for however long I've been in the hospital, but at the same time I was glad because I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see any of the kids at my school. They would make fun of me in some way and try to put me down like they always do. Sometimes they don't even have to say anything becuase I already know what they're thinking. I was somewhat angry that I wasn't allowed to see Marcus because, technically, he's the one that saved my life. The nurses said that only family was allowed to visit while I was still in the ICU. Not only that, when I'm done healing I'm supposed to go to another hospital that watches the clinically insane. My doctor cliams this is only a precaution to make sure that I'm not crazy, he used the word unstable. I told him it was a waste of time because I wasn't crazy, just depressed. I'm also to see a therapist three times a week, which is a little excessive if you ask me, but no one seems to care what I think. My brother said that he would sign documents to be my legal guardian because "there is no way in hell" he's letting me go back to live with my parents. Ultimately though, it's my decision who I live with. If I wanted to live with my parents I would, but that would be horrible for everyone and I don't know if I should live with my brother. After all, he did desert me for three years and never made contact. I wouldn't be allowed to live by myself, even if, I do have a well paying job.

When Friday came, I had to make my decision; do I want my brother to my guardian or do I want to go into foster care? I chose my brother. He did desert me, sure, but he also flew back because he'd found out I was in the hospital. That at least proves he loves me and if I didn't have my brother right now, I would have no one. When I was released from the hospital, we went to the courthouse with my parents, a few family members (that have no concern over the matter), and a few other people, that I assumed were there for law purposes. In short, the judge granted my brother custody of me and I was to move away with him if he didn't move back here. I didn't know whether I wanted to protest for Marc's sake or just sigh in relief. I stayed quiet instead. After everything had been decided, my mother and father were screaming and yelling saying that they couldn't take me away. I made no movement to look back at them or even glance in their direction. I was free of my abuse and indiscretions that had built up for so long.

Surprisingly, I didn't have to go and get my things from my house because my brother had already went and retrieved everything I own. He said that it was better for me not to go back and that I had no reason to even if I wasn't going to stay with him. I was feeling this emotion I hadn't felt in a very long time; relief. Everything that had happened to me wasn't going to matter anymore because I wasn't with my parents. It was my brother and I and that's all I ever really needed.

Sorry for the shortish chapter, but that's how I wanted to end it. I'll post again within the next two weeks!! (: