L e t M e G o

2 - Second First Impression

I needed to stay at the hospital for two more day before I was discarged. My mother left yesterday and would come pick me up today, but she still hadn't showed up. Shocker.

"Miss," the reseptionist said. "Do you want me to call someone?" Her voice was polite and neutral while her eyes radiated sympathy. Probably because I'd been waiting here for an hour now.

"No, my... my mother is on her way" I answered pulling my baggy sweather closer to my skin. My hair looked like a bird nest but I couldn't care less. I wasn't here to look good.

"Sorry, traffic was awful" my mother exclaimed as she walked gracefully into the hospital reception ten minutes later. I glanced at her before looking away annoyed.

"Sure, just sign the papers. I'll be waiting in the car." I mumbled as I grabbed her keys and rushed out of the sterilizing smell.

"Attitude, Lana!" My mother yelled after me.

The black, shiny car was perfectly parked in the part where there was no other cars so no one could scratch or bump into it. I got into the passenger seat. My head was still hurting and my body was sore. I looked into the rearview mirror and saw the black circles around my eyes and also the mascara enpowering it.

Five minutes later, my mother entered the driverseat.

"God, I hate hospitals" she said taking the keys from my hand. I turned my head and stared out the window.

"Did you get his name?" My mothers voice broke my own personal bobble that I was currently in. The bubble I spent most of my time in actually. A bubble of thoughts and overthinking. Where most of my battles happened. Those battles that were impossible to win, because it was me against myself.

"What?" I asked her.

"The boy who risked his life for you, Lana." My mother cleared my confusion as she made a perfect left turn.

"No, he wanted to stay anonymous." I informed her, like they had informed me. I mean, who does that? Who saves someone's life and then hide their identity so no one can find them? Was he trying to be a hero like spiderman or something? It was just pure idiocy. I personally think he was hiding from me. He knew that I didn't stand infront of that car by accident. 

He ruined my perfect escape. Now I would have to stay trapped in this life or run away, or wait long enough for it to be convenient for me to be involved in another accident.

My dad died four years ago. I think that's why my mom was the way she was. She was left with a big fortune and a buisness to take care of. She had rich friends with fancy husbands and expensive taste. She didn't wanna look weak in front of them so she became a cold hearted bitch. I know people would say that this might be the cause of my behaviour, but I would laugh in their faces. I never understood how it was so hard for other people to understand that some people just simply didn't wanna be here. No cause. No reason. But not everybody was meant to walk this earth and that's okay. 

My mother continued talking about everything I didn't give a shit about and I shut her annoying voice out. She just bantered about meaningless shit, and I'd mastered the talent of not giving a single f*ck about what she said.

"You have to shower and make yourself presentable" my mother informed me once we were in our large foyer. Leave it to my mother to make plans the day her daughter was discharged for the hospital after almost being killed in a run over.

"Why?"

"The Caldwell's invited us over for their annual summer party."

The Caldwell's were asshole friends of my parents. The only two subjects they know how to talk about is their money and their children's perfection. No way I was going there.