Little Things

Blank Just Like Stacy's Mind.

I'm really sorry guys, I've been on vacation for a while so It' been tough to update, but here it is! :) 

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“Hi Stacy.” My mother says in her overly, completely fake, trying to sound all sweet and nice voice. My mother literally knows everyone, so being her daughter meant I had to be the all American girl everybody thought I was…. It was horrible, absolutely horrible.

 “Oh hi Sandra, is this your daughter?” I plaster a fake smile on my face while she looks at me, glancing me up and down like an elevator.

 “Why yes it is.” My mother says nudging me, “say hi.” She whispers in my ear.

 “Hi,” I hold out a hand and she looks at it like it was crawling with deadly disease “Ok then,” I say barely audible, drawing my hand back “Nice to meet you too.” I return her expression of absolute disgust. 

 “Right this way please,” She says leading us down the hall into a white room, not even a picture painted the wall, blank just like Stacy’s mind. “The doctor will be with you in just a moment, please be seated.”

 “Thank you, bye Stacy.” My mother says.

 “Ugh, petty woman.” I complain.

 “Watch it, she might hear you”

 “So?”

 “So missy you need to learn to control your anger or else I’m going t-“

 “Hello nice to meet you Mrs. Lawson” The doctor interrupts. “My name is doctor Madison.” Says a tall, lanky, grey looking man who looked to be in his late 50s”

 “Well then, Katie, why don’t you tell doctor-“she says dragging out the ‘r’ as if that'll help her remember his name.

 “Madison” He gives her a polite smile.

 “Yes sorry,” she apologetically returns his smile. “Why don’t you tell doctor Madison what’s wrong.”

 “Well I’ve been having these really painful cramps in my leg at night and they’ve been getting so bad lately, I’ve been crying and getting extreme fevers that come and go.” I tell him while he jots notes down on a paper and inspects my leg.

 “Okay Katie, well I have a hunch on what this may be, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions so I’m just going to refer you to a different ward.” He says ripping a piece of paper from his notebook and handing it to my mum. “I’ll make sure that doctor Hogue sees to your problem.” My mom glances at the paper as a serious look takes over her face.

 “What the hell is this?” She asks, agression coursing through her voice.

 “I told you before, I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I’m very sorry this may be the kind of expertise you need.” The doctor replies lowering his wire framed glasses.

 “Ridiculous!” my mother exclaims as we left his office.

 “ What’s on the paper?” I ask trying my best to keep up with her fast walking pace.

 “Nothing sweetie, it’s nothing.” She says sympathetically.

 “Mom I’m 17 years old, where did he refer us to?” I firmly retort through gritted teeth, she always treats me like I was still a kid, like I couldn’t handle things.

 “Fine you really wanna know?” she opens the car door and slams it shut behind her.

 “Yeah mom actually I do, for once in your life you could stop keeping things from me, you know I’m not two anymore.”  I raise my voice as I got in. She hits the gas.