I didn't wake up until about 2 hours after surgery. At least that's what my nurse told me. My dad left right before I woke up because he said he had to go to work....yeah right. What a lie that is. He doesn't have a job. We live off of money our family loans us and any money my dad gets off selling my mother's beautiful jewelry.
After about an hour or so, a nice lady came into my room. I didn't know who she was. I've never seen her before. She said, "Hello Heather. My name is Allison. I'm here just to ask you a few questions about your life at home and school. Will that be okay with you Heather?"
I realized she must be a social worker, of course. Another bitch just trying to do called 'help' me. I don't need help. I'm fine and normal. Or at least from what a lot of people portray as normal I am. Since normal does not really exist. Though she did seem nice and she did ask me if it was okay usually they force me and pressure me. So with that I answered, "Umm sure I guess."
She replied, "Wonderful Heather. Let's get started. Okay first things first. How old were you when you lost your mother?"
"5 years old" I answered.
"How did your dad take the loss of his wife?"
"He blamed me at first, but that's normal I guess. For one to think it's another person's fault. He just yelled at me for a couple weeks straight, but that's it."
"Really? He didn't hit you or anything?"
"No"
"Not once?"
"Mrs. Allison, you seem surprised. Why? Do you wish he would have a hit me? Is that it?"
"No Heather,not at all. Just, your side. It didn't happen by falling down some stairs. Tell me what really happened."
I got angry with Allison and the angrier I got the worse of a headache I got. "Allison, please leave. You know I just got out of surgery a little while ago. My life at home and school are perfectly fine. I'm just a bit clumsy, don't worry about it. Now if you could leave because I have a major headache and could use some time to rest. Thank you and goodbye Mrs. Allison."
Allison didn't reply she just simply walked out, but by the look on her face I could tell that she wasn't done yet and that I could see her coming back in the future. No doubt about it. I just wish people would stop trying to 'help' me. I'm fine, I don't need help. The only people I need are silencer and myself. That's it. No one else whatsoever.
