4:42pm
Today is visiting day.
Only two people are allowed to visit a paient and they sit in an enclosed room to meet each other.
I don't want to see my aunt. She hates that I'm in here.
On cue, the guards lead me to the visiting room where I see my aunt for the first time in two weeks.
She glares at me once the doors close.
"Really Jackson?"
My eyes stay locked on the table. I fiddle with my fingers.
"Look at me boy." Her voice is rough and cold.
I'm scared.
Hesitantly, I raise my eyes to meet hers.
"Don't you dare do this shit again."
I nod my head. She scoffs.
I don't understand her. She's angry at me yet she cried when I was in the hospital. I don't understand people.
She grabs my collar and pulls my face to hers. Her vigorous breathing fans my face and her eyes glower down at me.
"Don't you do this again! Do you hear me! You should've been shoved right back up my sister's cunt! You rotted demon!" She slaps me.
"Why do I have to go through this?! If you wanna die, then die dammit!" She screams hysterically as she continues to slap my face.
Guards burst into the room to pry my aunt off of me. The doctors and counselors try to soothe me as I cry.
I curl into a ball. A sob ripples through my body.
It's my fault mom and dad died.
They were yelling at me. They just wanted me to speak. Then dad swerved into the other lane, the truck hitting the car, killing them instantly.
I survived.
I don't know how, but I did. I remember seeing their bloody bodies, hearing their last screams. It's my fault.
I grip my hair and sob. I killed my parents, it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
