Lost

Chapter 2

    When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a bright light above me. I heard a loud beeping noise next to me. It was a heart rate monitor. It showed that my heart was beating normally. My head was killing me. Probably because of the stupid, crazy car wreck. Plus, I felt a little dizzy. I took a look around the room I was in. The walls were a very heavy, ugly green color. There were a box TV attached to the high right side corner on the wall. The couch that was next to the hospital bed that I was in was a dirty white color. It looked like a dog covered in dirt rolled all over the couch cushions. There was only one small window. The sight of the view outside from the window was peaceful. The sun shining so brightly. The sky so blue and open. My hospital room door was wide open. Nurses and patients walked by my room back and forth. Up and down the hospital hallways.
A doctor walked in my room. He had bright, bleach blonde hair. He had dark brown eyes that shined in the sunlight. Like the light glowing through the darkness. His doctor coat was so long that it stretched down to his knees. His doctor coat looked like a lab coat but more proper. There was a name tag on the right side on his doctor coat. The name tag reads," Dr. Robertson".
"You're awake". "How are you feeling Ms. Hills", asked Dr. Robertson.
"I'm alright thank you", I replied to Dr. Robertson.
      Dr. Robertson told me that I will leave the hospital in four days. He also said that my mom was outside and asked if I wanted to see her. Of course, I said yes. I mean she is my mom. She's not the greatest mom. Yeah, she had made her mistakes...big mistakes. But she had been there for me from time to time. However, not like Alex. I can her my mom's high heels stomping and clapping against the floor and echoing in the air. She enters the room with a relieved expression on her face. Her eyes were blood shot red. Under her eyes were filled with bags. I can tell already tell that she'd been crying for hours and barely gotten any sleep.
       "My baby!", yelled mom.
       She ran to my hospital bed and tapped her arms around me. She let go of me and grabbed my hand tightly. Her eyes began to fill up with tears.
      "Are you alright sweetie?",asked mom.
       "I'm fine mom," I said.
       My mom put my hand on her forehead and cried heavy streams of tears. She told me she thought she lost me. I don't blame her. If my mom was in the same hospital bed that I'm laying in. I would be scared. I wouldn't want to lose her. I love my mom.
        "Where's dad?", I asked mom.
        My mom looked up at me. She stopped crying.
        "He's out doing his thing sweetie", she said.
        Dr. Robertson walked in the room. He asked for my mom to talk with him outside the room. The room was quiet as soon as my mom walked out of the room with Dr.Robertson. I thought about what mom said about dad. It drives me mad. To think that my dad. My my own dad. Won't come to see his only children because he is out with his so called "friends". I can already imagine what will happen when he gets home. He would enter the house in a unbalanced stance. His body smelling a sharp disgusting booze. One hand has a bottle of beer. Then, he would slam the door shut. Finally, he would be his lazy self. Sitting on the couch, and watch TV while drinking more booze. We would not try to disturb him because if we do and he gets mad. BAM! One smack in the face and finding yourself on the floor in pain. I don't know why my mom won't kick him out of the house, but I think it's because she's afraid of him. He controls her whenever he likes. If mom makes him mad, then...we'll...she will get one hell of a bloody beating. What a life with a drunk in the family. It's just the "best" thing ever.
     Mom suddenly walked into the room with her hands buried in her face. Her cries became loud and a louder scream. She is in so much pain. Not even dad can put her in this kind of pain.
     "Mom what's wrong", I said while trying to sit up.
     "Your brother...", whines my mom.
      Why...