Chapter Two: The Doctors

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The Doctors at the hospital are a scary kind of nice. They take your blood or whatever and then say something like," thank you for your blood, this will help us a lot." Who says that !?!?! It's like they are freaking vampires or something. My regular doctor does understand me though. She is a Luekemia survivor too. Which kind of helps I guess. It helps me know that somebody else has beat this stupid disease and knows what I'm going through. There is one thing I'm not sure how she doesn't' notice. How does she not notice the bruises and scars? Make up hides my face but nothing could hide my arms and legs. Maybe she does know but doesn't want to ask. I wonder if she just thinks i bruise easily, which is true. There is one perk going to the hospital which is seeing my only friend, Izzy. She has it worse then me. She lives at the hospital. She hasn't been out in years. Her family comes and visits every morning, but after that, she is alone. She says her family loves her very much but, they can't stand seeing her so broken. When she told me that I started crying because that was sadder then finding out you have cancer. Her own family couldn't stand to see her. Izzy is the only other person I've told about the abuse. She didn't say anything after I told her. It just kind of popped out. Then after that I thought that I could be like her, in the hospital 24/7. Though when I think of it there is always a thought in the back of my head saying," that would be better than living at home." No one could ever hit me again. If he did he would go to jail. Probably for life. Which sounds very nice. Everything would be better. We could be normal. A broken kind of normal. Wouldn't that be nice. A family that doesn't abuse or let the world give them crap about how they live their life. Then while I think that, I remember, That could never happen. If it did happen then mom would find another man who probably does worse then my dad did. Let's just say she has very bad judgement. I'm almost 18 I could move out of the house when I turn 18. I'll take my sister with me and never turn back.

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