"I'm Fine"

Chapter 1

I stare at my ceiling for hours it seems, with my teary eyes, my vision is blurred. I can verly hear my music over my moms screaming. "Why did she ever start drinking?" I think to myself. A year ago today, my father passed away. He had a heart attack and ever sense then, mom has changed. She isn't herself anymore, it's like she's a totally different person. She started taking out her anger on me, so a lot of the time, I wear makeup to cover the bruises. She doesn't even talk to me anymore, she just screams at me even when I did nothing wrong. She moved on from my dad so quick, I don't think she ever really loved my dad. She has already remarried within the year he passed. I think I'm the only one who truly misses him. "I could be with him right now, but my one and only friend would miss me. She's already so depressed and down all the time, I don't think she could handle much more at the moment." I hear a loud thud in the living room, and I get worried, but at the same time, I'm scared of what it could have been. I decide to go check it out. As soon as I get into the hall, I hear my stepdad talking to himself. I walk in and see my mom laying on the ground, I step back in shock. Me and my stepdads eyes meet, I then ask, "Aren't you going to do anything? Or do you not care enough to help her?" He just stands there silently. So I then I walk over to my mom's phone and call 911. "Please send help, my mom just passed out... . No, I don't know happened. Just send an ambulance. Our address is 11..." My stepdad takes the phone and just hangs up. "Why would you do that? Do you want her to die?" I scream at him. He then replies, "She is okay, she just passed out because of... " He stops and looks at me. "Let me guess, she passed out from drugs again? Didn't she?" I say still upset at him. He gives me that look, so now I know I'm right. I just walk to the bathroom, and I imdently lock the door behind me. I look under the rug, underneath the sink. And grab my blade, I take a deep breath and do a fast and deep one on my thigh. I  tightly close my eyes and tears start seeping from my eyes. I grab some toilet paper and hold it on my cut. I cut to deep and I soon have to add another layer. I hear steps in the hall heading toward the bathroom. I wait in hopes that the steps lead to another room. "Mia, how dare you try to send me to the hospital!" My mother screams. "But mom you wer... ." I get cut off by her screaming, "No, no buts, you are grounded Mia. I want you to come out right now and go to your room." I look around and find the wrap, I wrap it around my thigh. I breath out and step out hoping she won't notice the one time I'm wearing a wrap. But my prediction was wrong. She looks at me and just pulls it off herself. She sees the toilet paper and tries to take it off of me. I try to stop her and hold it down, but she just moves my hand and takes it off. She sees the cut, and she takes me by the hand and drags me into the living room. She throws me down on the couch and steps into the kitchen and makes a call. After her call she takes me hand once again, and takes me out to the car. "Mom? Where are we going?" I ask. Which she replies to, "I'm taking you to a hospital." I didn't want to, but I knew if I object it would just make the situation even worse. After driving past our hospital, I relive that she meant a mental hospital. I just lean back in the seat and start to cry, "Why me? Why is the one time she cares when I am cutting.