Hate & love

Chapter 35 part(2)

Mom grabbed me and dragged me outside, to her car. She threw me in the and sped off.

I had no idea where she was going; or why.

Mom's never really tooken me out before. This has to be bad.

She stopped the car hastily, and opened my door waiting for me to come out. I hopped out and she grabbed hold of my forearm.

She yanked me to go her pace, whilst walking up to the foreign building.

I wanted to ask what she was doing but I was too frightened. She would probably hit me.

We entered and immediately my mom started speaking frantically.

I couldnt understand her jumbled words, but the lady at the desk seemed to understand.

The lady came around and grabbed hold of my hand. She walked me to a crowded room.

There was alot of kids, and they were all either crying, screaming, or passed out sleeping.

"Where am I?" My voice was hoarse from not talking for awhile. I cleared my throat.

"Safe zone." She answered in a kind tone.

"How. Why am I here?"

"Actually, we need to ask you that." She spoke while bringing me to an empty chair, "so why are you here?"

"I don't know, my mom brought me here." I answered truthfully.

"Do you know your mom brought you here, we know, we just want to know if you do."

"I don't know." I cried.

"Like I said before, this is a safe zone, okay? You can, actually, you need to tell me all you know."

"Umm...She got mad because one of the bad kids bro-" She stopped me.

"Who are the bad kids?" She asked. Like everyone does.

"Kinda my friends but they're really mean to me." I huffed.

"Alright...keep telling me your story now, please." She said.

"Okay, so one of the bad kids broke a plate, my mom thought it was me though." I felt my breathing start to quicken.

"Did you tell your mom it was "one of the bad kids" that broke the plate?"

"Yes, but she never believes me."

"How come."

"Because she can't see them."

"What do you mean by, she can't see them?"

"Only I see the bad kids, I think. Mom thinks I lie about them."

"So, are they, and please tell me the truth, imaginary friends." She asked tilting her head a little.

"No. They are real because I can see them, and hear them." I pouted.

"Alright. Do you ever hear them, when you can't even see them yourself."

"Lots, always." I nodded.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

Why didn't you kill her.

"I tried." I said sadly.

"You tried what?" She asked.

"Huh...oh, I wasn't talking to you." I said.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked nicely.

"One of stupid bad kids."

"What did they say?"

"They asked why i didn't kill her."

Her expression changed a little bit.

"Who didn't you kill?" Her voice was wary.

"My mom. " I answered.

"Okay, now I'll tell you something. That is why your mother brought you here. We just want to know why you would do that."

"I did it because they made me. They like to make me do bad things." I started feeling angry.

We did nothing, that was you.

"No, it was you." I put emphasis on was.

Yes, you did..

"No I didn't!" I screamed.

"Please, calm down." She said.

My breathing became ragged, and I was trying not to cry.  It was too hard not to. I closed my eyes to slits.

My head was pounding. All the voices in there screaming randomness that seemed inaudible. Jumbled, slurred, gibberish.

Shouting, screeching, yelling, screaming, whaling, bawling, yelping. All of it going on simultaneously.

I just wanted to claw at my self into my skin turned raw, and went numb. I couldnt take this anymore.

This was an everyday thing, all this screaming.

"STOP!" Everyone looked at me.

"Can you not hear them?" I whaled.

I was bawling. All the tears made my eyes flushed.

I just wanted to rest.

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I woke to a steady beat of my heart.

I was in bed. An IV on my left arm, and a wristband on my right wrist.

That probably means I'll be here awhile.

I close my eyes, and try to get the rest I desperately need. Whenever I try to sleep, I always end up in a replay of the past.

I just need rest.