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Welcome To His Life part III

Welcome To My Life Part Three

There I was, back in the tiny room. This time when I opened my eyes I could see and feel the nurses injecting needles into my skin. My mom was sitting by my bed. The look on her face frightened me. Not a good face to wake up to.
“What were you thinking? Why are you so stupid?”
I just said, “Life isn’t great. It isn’t good either. It just sucks.”
My mom just nodded in anger and left the room. I could tell she literally left me there by the fact that I saw her getting in her tracker and drive off. I didn’t care, I was over it. Confused, I turned to the nurse and asked when I could leave. She replied with, “Soon I think. We already stitched your head up.” Then I looked at the floor and murmured, “Does my parent or guardian have to pick me up?” She laughed and told me that I did have to have an adult pick me up. She brushed my hair back to rub a sticky lotion on my stitches. I couldn’t help but flinch because my head was still soar. She quickly checked my pulse and felt my head again. I started to resist because I didn’t like her touching me so much. She probably thought I was hot or something. I mean she wasn’t so bad herself. I watched as she left the room. I decided there was nothing left to do but sleep.

Worst Welcoming

That night the nurses gathered my things. From what I knew I was going home then to the police station the next morning. The sun was setting out in the cold sky. It was early April and snow still barely covered the ground outside. I closed my eyes in disbelief of what I had done. I mean how stupid was I? I slammed my clenched fist against the bed railing as the whole mattress rattled. I couldn’t help but think badly of myself.
I sat by the window waiting for my moms tracker to pull in. It was about 9:30 pm and yet no sign of her car. I jumped back into my bed so I could press the buttons that made the bed go up and down. It was quit entertaining pressing lift and then drop and going up and down. I could’ve sworn an hour had past. The bed was getting boring so I sat there. The lights in the little room were very dim and one of the lights flickered on and off. I starred at the light as it went off, slowly started to light up, and then went back off. Over and over I watched as the light did it’s secondly routine. Finally the light didn’t seem to interest me so I tried to figure out what else seemed worth watching.
Finally, I began to feel thirsty and I wanted something to drink so I rang for a nurse. The nurse didn’t arrive for another 5 minutes to ask what I wanted.
The nurse walked in and asked,
“What do you want?”
“It’s about time. You took at least 100 minutes!”
“What do you want?”
“Pop.”
“We don’t have pop.”
“You don’t have pop? What freakin’ hospital doesn’t have pop? I’m gonna die with out pop I tell you, DIE!”
“How bout’ I get you some water?”
“Fine.”
It was now 11:00 pm and I could see another car pulling in the parking lot. It was dark outside but I could still see a red like on the top. The back part of the car was wooden and I could make out the fact that it’s a truck. It was a very small one. I then panicked as I saw Wayne getting out as he outstretched from his car.
I frantically rang the bell summoning the nurse. She rushed to the door. Wide eyed, she tried to ask me what was wrong but it never came out because she was panting. “What’s wrong!?” The nurse asked loudly. I was shaking and practically bopping up and down in fright. “Wayne is here to kidnap me to that place I call hell.” I replied. The nurse rolled her eyes, “You mean your moms boyfriends? And that place you call home?” I nodded. She laughed and set my water down. As she found my clothes and things I refused to leave my bed.
A knock came at the half opened door. A man with white hair, bug eyes, giant glasses, and puffed lips opened the door. It was Wayne. He looked pretty angry by the look over shadowing his face. With a narrow-eyed look he told me, “Your mother couldn’t pick you up so she sent me. You have court at 10 tomorrow.”
I threw off my bed covers and stood on my feet. The nurse helped me get on my shirt and pants without hurting my head while Wayne sat there starring. Finally I was ready to leave. Wayne got up said, “lets go.” And slowly walked out the door. I followed him but kept a distance of at least 10 feet. I was afraid of what he would do once we got to the lonely car and no one was around to see. I wondered if he’d beat me, yell, or even try to run me over. Really, he had no right. I wasn’t his son, we had no relationship, never bonded, and I planned on keeping it that way.
My mother’s previous relationships weren’t that great either. Howard was one. Then there was Brooke’s dad. Me, I had no dad to visit on the weekends. I was a lonely kid with no father to tell me to “toughen up.” So I did exactly what I figured my dad would tell me. All I knew about my father was he left my mom before I was born, he’s like 34, and I hate him. How could he do that? My mom didn’t want me and neither did he, good way to make a kid like me feel loved.

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