~beep, beep, beep~
Is that a heart monitor, am I hooked up to tubs and machines? What's going on? Where am I? "Miss Adams," a doctor in a white lab coat, a stethoscope around his neck, face mask resting on his chin. "How are you feeling" he asked, he seamed genuinely concerned "I'm okay, it was just a lot yesterday" "yes well, i do have some questions for you". He sat down in a brown leather chair across from me, he folded his legs like women in skirts do and put the clipboard on his lap. He looked at me intensely for a minute, then he spoke, " so, I have a few questions, it should only take about five minutes of your time, is that ok?" Why did he care what I thought, he's the doctor "yeh that's fine" he flips the page on his clipboard and a word in big bold letters catches my eye,
Foster
"Wait, why is there the word foster on there" I look at him and he stairs at me, his hazel eyes making me feel at ease but the word is making him work counter clockwise. "Your mother is dead, and we don't know where your dad is, the fact that you've been living by yourself for five years is amazing" I look at him with a very confused expression "living alone for five years, I think you have the wrong file". He flips back to the first page and I managed to catch the rest of the letters in bold,
Foster child, five years alone after mom dies in car accident.
"W-what's that" I point at the letters in bold "You are Skyler Adam right," he looks at me and I nod "your mother has been dead for five years, but I think because it had such a big impact on you, you recreated your mother in your subconscious to make it seam like she was still there" I look at him, my eyes the size of diner plates I'm sure, "are you playing with me right now, I WAS THERE YESTERDAY, HE KILLED HER, MY MOTHER, AS I RAN HOME LIKE SHE TOLD ME TO, I HEARD HIM SAY THINGS TO HER, I heard the noise of her being stabbed to death as she screamed bloody murder. She was VERY much alive until yesterday" he looks at me funny, like he's, disappointed? No, more like sympathetically, he thinks I'm lying. "Look Skyler, I have her file right here, it clearly says that she died FIVE years ago, in a car crash, you where with a sitter". I went to sit up and realized I was cuffed to the bed "what the hell" "we can't take any risks" he said "we just need you to stay calm and stabilized". Really, that's what they want, after what IVE been through. I felt this feeling in my face, like I was gonna cry, scream, laugh. But I only did one, mistake number four, I screamed "YOU PIECE OF SHIT LIER, AHHHHHHHHH" but it seamed to scare him as he noticeably jumped in his chair clicking a button underneath the counter. Not long after that a bunch of men and women in white coats and gloves, hospital masks over there mouth, ran in and wheeled my bed out of there. I started to cry, I was saying things, I had no control, "she was all I had, I was there, HE KILLED HER". One of the nurses started to smooth out my wavy brown hair and make that sound that mothers make when there baby's cry "shhhh, shhhh, it's okay sweetheart". I felt calm, until I heard a voice from one of the male doctors "we will make her understand what is going on, she's still young". That voice,
Flashback
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I WILL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND" ~BANG BANG BANG~. I thought the door would break for sure "he's yelling things" "what's he saying" he was right behind me, I could feel him breathing "you don't understand". I was choking on my breath, pettrafide "HES INSIDE THE HOUSE" then the sound of glass braking behind my head, he had jumped and ran out the back.
End of flashback
I couldn't breath, he was here, he found me, "NOOOOO. GET AWAY FROM ME, GET HIM AWAY FROM ME, I WANT HIM GONE. NOW." I was yelling and crying uncontrollably, I wanted him gone, I wanted him dead, I didn't care who he was "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOUR A MONSTER" he walked over to me and whispered into my ear "I'm not a monster, and I will make you understand, we will be together". The fear in my eyes was long gone, replaced by pure rage. Knowing I couldn't use my hands, I quickly kneed him in the stomach. He stumbled back a bit, holding his gut. "I WANT YOU DEAD, I WANT YOU GONE, I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BIENG". I was still crying, but then I noticed it wasn't tears, the doctors ran around frantically trying to find something to cover my eyes with. There was a mirror straight ahead mounted onto a wall, that's when I noticed, I was crying blood. "CALL THE PHICIATRIQUE WARD" yelled a nurse, he just stood there staring at me, what was he planning.
I need to get out of here. Now!
