The wrong kind of better

The front doors

"ïf you just told me about all of this sooner then we wouldn't be here!" my "Mom" growled as she pulled me out of the car
"it's just sleeping! How hard can that be, I told the agency you where a dimwit!"
she kept on grumbling about how sleeping is as easy as breathing and stuff like that but I couldn't hear her through my headphones, I had turned up the volume and tried to focus on the music. Honestly the woman wasn't ready for kids.
Before I knew it we had crossed the parking lot and were standing at the entrance of the hospital, I felt a tap on my shoulder as my mom motioned for me to take my headphones off
"are you even listening to me?" she asked like it wasn't obvious that I drowned her out five minutes ago.
"no" I simply stated pulling my headphones back up, is it bad that i can't wait to be in the hospital for awhile.
i mean i will take it if it got me away from that nutjob of a woman. When the home told me i was getting adopted i expected a beautiful goddess in a long flowing dress and those golden petals in her hair.
Granted i was only six and learning that rome is real and not imaginary, anyway I was horribly mistaken. what I got was a goddess alright, the goddess of hades.
My Mom was nothing compared to my dad, he was mean and never around, thankfully. They were nice at first! Don't get me wrong they were amazing, then something happened to them. It was like someone switched a light switch in them from good to evil. And now they like thundercloud hovering over me 24/7.
Ever since they found out how i can't sleep they've gotten worse. At first they gave me nyquil and told me to go back to bed, but when i say i can't sleep i mean i physically can't sleep. I could lay in bed for hours with my eyes closed and not get a wink of sleep the whole night. They finally took me to the doctors and that led us down the road to this place, St.Louis children's hospital, for an "extended" stay. Aka their way of saying we have no idea what's wrong with you so you're going to have to stay here until we can figure it out.
    My mom grumbled something and pulled me by my wrist through the glass sliding doors to the front desk, who knows how long i'll be stuck in this place. Hopefully until i'm old enough to move out.
I felt another tap on my shoulder, i pulled down my headphones and looked around. The walls were bright and colorful, a desperate attempt to make a hospital homely if you ask me.
"Huh?" i asked and looked up at the woman standing behind the front desk, she looked nice enough, she had one of those, if you're nice to me i'm nice to you, faces
"Here you go sweetie, it's a welcome letter that the other kids made for you, they insisted that you read it before you got settled in." i reached out and grabbed the paper that she handed me.
Gonna be honest it looked like it was written by a fifth grader but my handwriting is crap anyways so i have no room to judge.