L e t M e G o

1 - Mother Dearest

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It's no secret that most teenagers are angry at life and hate most things. But me? No, I didn't. I used to but I couldn't be angry anymore, so I just shut everything out. I couldn't keep hating everything, mostly because I used it all up way before I was even 13 years old.
So when I decided to place myself infront of a speeding car, it wasn't because I was angry at the world or the life I lived, because I had accepted that. It was because I'd had enough and I'd done my time in this place. I was tired and exhausted and I just wanted to close my eyes and never open them ever again. And that should've been my choice. Not anyone elses. Especially not Isaac Northon.

"Lana?" a voice pulled me out of my sleep and I abrouptedly woke up in a hospital bed. My breathing was hysterical as if I couldn't get enough air and my eyes scanned the room I was in. White walls covered every inch of this place. A nurse, with the name sign Emily, rushed to my side and started to hold me down against the bed.

"It's okay, dear. You're in the hospital" she soothed me while stroking my hair. My mom was in the chair next to my hospital bed.

"Hey sweetpea" My mother greated me with absolutely no facial expression.

"You remember anything?" the nurse asked in a sugersweet voice. I decided to shake my head slowly, considering my attempt didn't work anyways. I was still here. And I was confused. How the hell did I get here? Who took me here? What went wrong?

"You were in an accident. You were almost run over, but a nice gentleman caught you in the last second. He saved your life. You remember any of this?" Emily asked me tenderly. I shook my head once more even though I did remember. And no, he did not save me. He ruined everything. Who was he to let me live.

"Is he here?" I asked, my voice raspy and shaky.

"No, he left after the police talked to him." she explained. What a coward, ruining my life and then leave me here in misery. My mother was just sitting there like a statue.

"Would you like something to drink? Or eat maybe?" Emily asked and I nodded. She smiled and exited the room, closing the door behind her. I looked right forward, not daring to meet the eyes of my mother once I was alone with her.

"How are you feeling?" she asked nonchalant.

"I'm fine" I answered, still not looking at her.

"Great, the sooner we can get out of here, the better" she said with a sigh. Thats when I turned to her, only to see her looking intensely down at her iPhone while she was tapping like her life depended on it.

"Right" I replied ironically. My mother everyone. I almost died and she wants to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. Maybe I just wasn't worthy of her motherly love. Or maybe she didn't have any to give.

"Lana!" my mother snapped. "Are you listening?" She asked, looking at me harshly like I was rude for soning out.

I looked at my mom dumbfoundly and she looked at me, obviously expecting an answer . I just stared at her as Emily entered the room again and placed a tray of food in front of me. It looked disgusting but I would rather eat this than talk to mother.

"The driver was shaking when he brought you in, he said you came out of nowhere." Emily informed me.

"What were you even doing out there, Lana?" My mom harshly reply, without looking up from her phone. I stared down in my food before answering. I wondered how she would react if I told her the truth. Would she feel sad? Maybe she'd wish I succeeded. Would she feel guilty?

"I was just walki-,," I answered monotonously before my mother's phone started ringing.

"I gotta take this, excuse me." She said and walked out of the room. This wasn't new. My mother living life the way it soothed her and nobody else. I always came second or even third growing up. I was practically raised by our maid Jane but she had kids of her own, so I always came second with her as well. Which I never blamed her for of course.

"What was his name?" I asked Emily as she came back into the room to take my empty tray away.

"Who? The driver?" She asked.

"No, the other guy." Who owes me my death, I added in my head.

"I'll check the file. I'm sure he would love to hear that you're okay." She smiled and exited the room. The last thing I would tell him was that I was okay.

My mother came back and she pushed her phone down into her purse. She looked up at me and walked over to my bed.

"I really could use a shower and a good night sleep. I'll pick you up in the morning, all right?" She smiled and awkwardly stroked my hair. "Get some rest." She said before she left the hospital and I was left alone. It was weird, having her say words that are meant to be loving but come off as fake. I wanted to scream. Now there were just more trouble and problems and my head felt empty and overloaded at the same time. It was a frustrating thing. How much power your brain had over you. If you didn't get along with it, it could kill you.

Most people would see, me being alive, as a miracle, but to me, this is a curse.

The picture used isn't the one I was suppose to use, but I can't seem to find out how I can change it xD sorry loves xx hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think! Feedback is key.