Chapter 3

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My door bursts open and the nurse from earlier with a doctor right behind her come in. Then I see my mom and Ana come in. I sit there not sure what to do. I haven't seen my mom in at least a year. After the divorce she stopped caring about everything so about two years ago she left. I had to get a job and fend for myself. I have no idea where my dad is. He doesn't try to talk to me either. I am not meant to be loved because the only people that love me are Ana and my dog.  

"What happened?" They all ask. I don't reply. I'm shocked to see my mom here. Since when does she care? 

"I had a bad dream." I say. It was true but I don't want them all knowing what about. 

"Okay. Press that button if you need anything." The doctor says. And he and the nurse walk out. 

My mom and Ana stand there and Ana runs to give me a hug. I hug her back. 

"I was so worried." she whispers and starts crying, 

"You don't have to cry Ana. You're going to make me cry." I say.

My mom comes closer. "I was worried too."

"Since when do you care about me?" I snap at her

"I always have. But when your father left I couldn't be in that house anymore."

"So you leave you're 16 year old to stay in it all by herself. Make her get a job and buy her own car?" 

"I'm sorry Skylar" 

"It's going to take a lot more than an apology for me to forgive you" 

"I know." She says quietly and walks out. I don't even care. 

"Ana. I think my dream was real. But I don't want to believe it." I say softly

"What was it about?" She asks and I tell her everything that happened including what happened at the party.

When I finish she is crying. 

"I'm so sorry Skylar. I'm so sorry I wasn't there." She cries and hugs me

Then the doctor walks in. 

"You're brusies have started to heal and you look better than you did before. Now if you can walk and start moving around we can send you home. Or we can wait until tomorrow. But I want to see you sometime soon. Just to make sure everything is healing" He says

"Okay no problem" I say.I really want to go home. I get up to get out of bed. My feet touch the cold floor and I stand there. Knowing I need to be strong and take the next step.

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