No One Accepts Me

Chapter 8

Today at noon, I'm leaving the hospital. Can't wait for that! The food is horrible! My parents comes in and bring clothes for me to change into. Being in the hospital is like hell! I sometimes get uncomfortable in my bed and I can't really move my arms because of the pain. I hate it here. At last, I will get out of this hell. . . Well, I call almost everything hell.

As I'm leaving, a guy maybe around my age that I've never met before comes in my room. He looks emo just like me, although, I would doubt that he is in my school.

"Hey. . . Uh. . . Just late lat night, I accidentally came in your room and saw you. . ." He says

"Yeah, and?"

"Um. . . I-I-I-uh. . ."

"SPILL!!! I HAVE TO LEAVE TODAY!!!"

"Okay, okay, geez, woman, calm down."

"Sorry."

"Okay. I really, really like you and I want to get to know you." He says really, really fast and I don't get anything that he said. 

"Slow down, take a deep breath and then talk."

He breathes out and shake his head. "I really, really like you and I want to get to know you." He repeats, slowly this time. He fishes out a piece of paper and gives it to me. It's his number.

"Wha--" I says but gets cut off by his lips touching my cheek. I can't trust anyone, anymore...

"Bye." He says then leaves. He's into me. He's so into me! But I can't trust him! You know what? I'll call him. Yeah, I'll call him.

"You ready, sweetie?" My mom asks, coming up to me. She has puffy eyes from crying. Then my dad comes into view and he has puffy eyes too.

"Yeah. . ." I reply. We walk in awkward silence.

I feel really, really bad. I don't like seeing them like this. They don't look like my parents at all. They don't look like what they usually look like. God, I'm so selfish. Selfish, selfish, selfish. Was only occupied by me. Just me, myself and I.

We enter the car, still in silence. My parents won't even want me to be their daughter anymore! I can just feel it in my bones. 

"Mom. . . Dad. . ." I say.

"Yes, darling." Mom answers, dad is just concentrated on the road.

"Do you. . . Still love me?" I ask. Dad presses on the break and the tires screech.

"Ronald--"

"No, Gretchen." My parents say their real names when things got serious, and this is serious.

My dad parks the car at a restaurant that is near to my house.

"Dad, what are we doing here?" I ask, my palms sweating and my heart start pounding.

"Carrie. . ." My dad starts and sigh. "We love you, we really do. . ." 

I'm getting confused now.

"What are you saying, dad?"

"What your father is saying is--" My mom starts to explain but gets cut off by my dad.

"We feel like horrible parents."

My eyes widen in shock. No. No, no, no, no, no. No! This is my fault... Well, actually, it's Brad's. It's all his fault! I just want to scream. Yell. Break things. But I can't. I'm paralyzed, unknowing about my future. Unknowing what the fuck is going on and what the fuck they're going to do. 

"Your father and I decided to give you up to adoption." My mom says and she starts to cry.

"WHAT?! NO!!"