I Deserve It ( Vic Fuentes )

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The hospital room was so sterile and fake. Everything hurt. My ribs were broken and my wrist was fractured. we said I wrecked my bike. I didn't have a bike and they didn't check to see. I was reaching for the button to call the nurse and say I was awake. She asked me go alert her when I woke up. I immediately went to look down and I saw I was still in what I was wearing that night. It was yesterday but it felt longer when you had your "mother" babying you to keep up the act that she cared. I almost had reached the button since it hurt to move when a police officer came in and asked me to hold on pressing the button. My eyes shot up alert at her voice. She had short bob cut hair that was grey and brown. She also was on the fit side. I looked at her curiously.

"Can I help you officer?" I said in the nicest voice I could. I was out of breath though. It hurt to talk. My lungs moved and moved my ribs in the process. It all hurt.

"How are you feeling?" she's nicely. She has a concerned look in her face. I only feel pain. I wanted to signal the nurse but decided against it.

"I wrecked my bike and landed on a tree root that was sticking out of the ground.My wrist I guess is from trying to break my own fall" I say. I stuck to the story. same one as years ago when mom landed me here. I gave her a pained smile and grabbed the button.

"Is that all mam?" I asked not wanting to be rude. She looked at me intently. I was still smiling. It was tiring to act happy. I wanted to let my face drop. I didn't dare let it though.

"So, just a bike crash? and you broke two ribs and fractured your wrist?" she asked. I nodded. It was my left wrist to say the least I could still write.

"I guess that's all I need. Try to be carful next time yea?" she said concerned. I nodded and assured her I would. I didn't press the button when she left.

When I walked into the bathroom the first thing I noticed was my storm grey eyes. They looked worn and tired. I guess since I felt that way it should make sense but something wasn't adding up. I gave up on thinking about it and finished what I had to do.

"How are you feeling baby ?" Angela says. Like I said she's two faced. And I have to go along with it or face more of her wrath.

"I'm fine mom. Just ready to leave." I respond the sweetest I can considering she's the reason I'm in this place. I am internally gagging over her calling me baby. A small part enjoyed it but only because she has to fake this as much as I do.

After signing the release forms we go to a pharmacy and grab my painkillers. She went since I told her about the police officer and the fact that the police officer is following us. we both have to act the best we can. But we both want to shoot ourselves.

Once away from down town as two roads away from our house the police officer leaves. We both exhale loudly. It's over. I'm sore and she isn't caught.

I missed today in school so i go study and read ahead a chapter in all my text books. I'll have been two weeks ahead now. Makes me actually giddy knowing what we have to do next in class. I do the work my teachers will assign for homework.

By now I was tired. I have pages and pages of homework done. I glanced at my clock and it was 11:45. I knew I was going to school tomorrow. This cast on my wrist was going to be an eye catcher. I decided on taking a shower tonight instead of in the morning since I had a complication. The cast. It took a good 15 extra minutes in the shower. So for the next 3-6 weeks I was going to have to shower at night.

The beeping alerted me to the point I jolted awake in bed and immediately regretted it. My ribs sent a rush of pain all over. I turned off my alarm and groaned. I hurt all over. After a painfully slow morning it was time for me to head out. I left with a long sleeve shirt yet again. This one was white however and you could see the faint red lines of my cuts. But knew no one would pay attention like always.