Miss A Watson (completed)

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Name: Miss A Watson Age: 18 Blog entry: 1

So today was not good! My mother got drunk and burnt down the house. She blamed me and the police took her to rehab. Although I am 18, I have to be legally cared for due to my attempts to end my life. Honestly, I am useless. I can't end kill myself properly.

I have a sever depression and anxiety. I also have panic attacks which can cause me to pass out, get a sever headache, try to kill myself or run. I have run away six times and been found by the police.

That's why I am being sent to my Uncle but can he help or make things worse?

I publish it for my therapist to see, she told me it was a good idea to write everything that happens to me as it will help me release. I actually like this one, the other 6 didn't help as much but 7 is my lucky number and it works out well.

I am on a train to London and the events of two days ago come back to me.

FLASHBACK

I walk into the house to find Mother in the living room with a bottle in her hand. I don't bother trying to say hello as I get no response. Her latest boyfriend is in the kitchen, getting a can of beer. I ignore him and wait for him to move before getting a can of Dr Pepper.

I open it and drink from it before the guy, Frank, says, "Why did you even bother coming home?" I don't answer, out of fright. "Not answering, pathetic little girl. Don't know why your mother puts up with you."

I look at my can, he laughs and walks past me. I know that if I show my emotions then he will laugh and depending on how he feels, beat me. I left this morning to get away from their morning sex, and the morning at a cafe before going to work.

Working at the hospital is interesting. As this is where my therapist works and they all know me from the countless injuries I have had from mums boyfriends and the panic attacks, they let me work here and trained me.

I left school at 16 and was already working at the hospital. It means I get away from the house and my drunk mother, plus I need the money as she never remembers or is sober enough to get food but she can get drink. Working at the hospital means I can stay all night if I need to, I'm a fully trained nurse and want to be a doctor, like my uncle.

I have met him twice. Once when I was born and the second time when mum was sober and threw me a 10th birthday party but it didn't end well as she got drunk. She has been to rehab six times already but they did nothing but keep her sober for about a week or sometimes less.

I have a look around and see there is no food. Mum has benefit money that comes through for me and due to my disorders and things, she still gets some money, plus she is on benefits for her own problems. I go to the cuboard where she keeps it all, I take all my money from my benefits when it comes in. Mum has it sent to her in envelops.

I didn't to the mail this week on time so she go it. I get the rest of it out and head down to the cafe. I walk in, "Izzy, good to see you."

"Amy, your mum have no food again."

"nope, never does. The usual please."

"yep and as its your tenth in two weeks, its on the house."

"you sure?"

"of course kiddo, so tell me about your day." I do and she listens.

Izzy owns the cafe down the road and since I was 13, I have been going there to eat. Some times, Mum orders food and I get included but most times I don't. Four times in the last two weeks, is all I have not been here. Once, she fed me and the other three was at the hospital. But Izzy is amazing and always has time for me, which makes me feel wanted.