Him

chapter 9

"Is she going to be okay" I hear a high shaky voice ask. "She is fine but she lost alot of blood. We managed to build up her blood count and she will be ready to go home very shortly." I hear a deep voice answer back.

I slightly open my eyes and see my parents talking to the doctors. "Dad?" I ask as my eyes are still partially closed. I yawn and take a deep breath and fully open my eyes. I see the yellow rays of sun shine through the window in my room and then I spot the chair. No one was in it.

" I'm here with you" I hear the hushed voice in my head and I smile at the memory. I frown when I realize that he is gone. The chair that seated him is bare and empty.

I look back in my parents direction and I see my dad smile. "Finally up huh?" He says in a jokeful way. "Yep" I pop the P and smile. I sit up slowly, and feel the wince in my arm.

I grab onto the nearest thing but all I feel is the cold hardness of the railing that supports bed. I look down at my hand and i see his hand interlocked with mine. His smile on his face and his other hand placed on mine. I feel the warmth and softness and the gentleness of his touch and I chuckle. I snap back into reality when my dad says my name. "Huh?" I respond and he rolls his eyes.

"The doctor says you can go home now so can you get your butt up." I roll my eyes and shift out of bed. And thats when I notice my mom. Her eyes are heavy and she isnt looking at me. She is looking at my arm. I stare her down until her eyes shift to mine. We hold eye contact until her eyes water and she walks outside.

I hear my dad sigh and I let my head fall. As I look at the ground, my mind is filled with images of the night before. The shattering of glass. The blood. My mom running outside. The screams. I shut my eyes. I look up and I see my dad with his head in his hands. I get up and to to the bathroom to change.

The car ride home was quiet. Silence and tension filled the air as the small town rushed past us. I looked outside and thought. He popped in my mind. In saw his smile. I remembered his muscled physique. His gentle tone. His sweet glistening smile. Then I saw the sorrow in his eyes. And I heard his scream. I quickly shook my head to block out the bad things that just happened.

We park and I get out of he car. I look down and see the trail of blood drops leading from the door to the road. I gulp and take a deep breath. I walk inside and I see the mess. Glass is shattered on the floor and there is blood by the door. My heart starts to speed up. I turn to walk down the hall and I see blood and a bloody handprint on the wall. Then I spot my mom and dads wedding picture. Broken and shattered. That is what she threw? Thats what I almost got hit with? I stared for a while then ran to my room. I slammed the door and went into the bathroom.

I sat there in the tub that rained boiling water over me. My arm bandaged and stitched. It stung but I was too lost in my thoughts. Was my family this fucked up? Why me?