Letters and Words

January 8th

Dear diary,

My hands are clasped together to stop the shaking.

I don't have school today, instead I'm seated in the hospital waiting room.

Everything is so clean and cold. It smells strange.

My heart is pounding and you can hear children screaming and playing. Unaware of the situation.

My mom crashed her car last night. She flew out the front window.

She broke her neck, and fractured her skull. Her brain is bleeding.

The nurses tried to talk sweet lies through my ears, I know my mothers not likely to walk again.

I was sat near the front desk, the receptionist would look up at me a lot. She looked sour.

I was in the waiting room falling into sleep when I felt it.

A rough hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into them.

The smell was immediately recognized burnt coffee and whiskey.
Everything burned as I pushed away roughly.

'Please don't touch me.' I mumbled staring at my shoes.

'I'm not here for either one of you, if that bitch dies, I'll get your social security money,' he poked me in my chest.

It hurt.

My throat burned with everything I wanted to scream into his stupid face.

I stayed quiet and made a fist.

The nurse called out his name, I flinched.
The news that came next was sickening.

The surgery had complications, my mother was now in comatose state.

I sobbed.

My father looked shocked at the words that left his mouth only moments ago.

I know I shouldn't have but I told Tyler to come and get me.

I couldn't stay there. I wouldn't go into that room and see her bruised and broken. I couldn't handle it.

He took me to his house.

Goodnight
-River A.