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Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
(Sweet Dreams- Eurythmics)
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Opening my eyes I was surprised to find myself in my own bed in my own room and even in my pj's. I had no recollection of how I got from the car to here but right now I didn't care.
Rolling over and looking at my classic old 'retro' alarm clock I grunted in surprise when I noticed it was already ten am and mum hadn't attempted to wake me... she hated letting me sleep in...any time after eight am was a waste of a perfectly good day in her mind.
Attempting to sit up a sharp pain wracked through my right leg and I remembered very fast what had happened yesterday...damn I was injured by the schools most popular guy and his stupid BMW...I think I remember calling it a shit box yesterday...lets blame that on the pain I was in..ok!
Picking up my cell from beside my alarm clock I scrolled through my contacts till I could find mums number. Calling her I wanted to ask her to help me get up before I withered away from boredom in my bed...once I was awake I had to get up or I got bored!
"Hey honey, your awake!"
Hey mum can I get some help up here?" I asked throwing the covers off my legs and wriggling up the bed so I was in a sitting position.
"On my way up...are you sure you don't want to rest today?"
"I am sure!" I groaned ending the call and listening out for her heavy footed footsteps on the stairs.
"Ok honey let's get you up and in the shower hey" she cooed as she opened the door and waltzed to my side. I grimaced at the thought of her helping me into the shower...yes she was my mum and all but I still had some pride about me!
"How am I supposed to do that...I don't think the cast can get wet" I said as she pulled me off the bed and supported my weight before passing me my crutches...the pain was severe and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to stop myself from screaming like a banshee.
"Um silly, you have a boot not a cast, and it's fine, I brought up some supplies" mum responded as she left my side and pulled a black bin liner and some duct tape from her jacket pocket
"Wow fashionable" I groaned looking at what she intended to do to my leg
"Oh stop your fussing girl...you smell and this is the only thing I can think of that will get you in and clean the fastest"
"Thanks mum" I snapped but she just nodded her head as if she missed the sarcasm dripping in my comment.
"There done" mum clapped after she had wrapped my leg up to my knee in the black plastic and secured it in place with the silver tape.
"Now get your smelly but in there and scrub" she demanded pointing to my bathroom and even giving me a little shove in the general direction.
Huffing in protest I hobbled on the alluminim crutches to the bathroom and slammed the door in her face...she could be so rude sometimes.
