The light was rather bright. I heard people talk about ripped stitches and wounds and blood loss but I couldn’t put them all together.
“She has a fresh needle mark in the centre of her right arm. Test for drugs, she was here previously for a drug over dose.” I heard people call out.
People were talking and yelling around and above me, talking things that sounded like gibberish. After a while I felt that I was on the move again and taken to a quieter place. The doctor stood in my room, talking to someone as if he was giving them a
My father picked me up from the hospital. We drove in silence to the house. He tried talking to me but I was not in the mood to speak to him. He took my overnight bag and dropped it in my house before he said“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with us?” “Yeah. Thanks dad. I think I’ll be going to take a nap.” I replied with certainty.
School was finally over. It was the first day I successfully avoided Miss Preston and Miss Sheldon. I walked through the crowded hallways to my car, listening to the just completed Biology lesson. I was walking past Mr Berk’s class when I heard a slight commotion in the room. I stopped in the door and watched him teach.“Andy? What are you doing here?” he asked carefully.“Are you giving extra maths lessons sir?” I asked him carefully.
I got into a solid routine the next week. Wake up an hour early, do any homework I had neglected the previous day, shower, go to school, home and then work. On the next week I went back to the hospital on Wednesday to take the cast of. The wounds had healed nicely, leaving only thin pink scars. The doctor complimented me and told me to take care before he left me to sign out and go home. It was so much easier to work without the cast. I did my job and got out of there as fast as I could. I was tired but still had some homework to do.My mother&rsqu
Mr Stevens caught up to me at the car. I ignored him, unlocked the car, dumped my bag in the bag seat and got in. He got in on the other side.“What are you doing?” I asked him furiously.“Pretend I’m not here. Drive.” He said and faced front.I shook my head at him and did just that. I drove. But instead of turning right at the school gates I turned left and headed for
The amount of cars in the driveway told me in how much trouble I was in but none more than the glares from my father when I pulled up. “Where were you?” he yelled when I opened my door.He took a look at my clothes and said in a soft whisper“You went out there again?”
I went to school with a heavy heart the next morning. I attended my lessons but kept my head down, not saying a word, didn’t even react when I got my tests back, English was an A minus, maths a B, chemistry a B plus and biology a B plus. it was massive improvement from the Fs I used to get but it wasn’t that exciting to me. My teachers seemed to realise that when I just took the paper and turned it upside down. I went back to my old seat upstairs during break, keeping to myself. I was listening to my music again, hoping to improve my mood. I stood up and stared over the banisters, looking at the people walking below.
I went straight to the bar after school. I walked in and found Frankie sitting alone in the empty bar.“You look like hell. You are early. You looking for a drink?” he asked with a smile.I rubbed over my eyes tiredly and nodded. He handed me a shot of tequila.“Want to talk about it?” he asked carefully.
I woke in the middle of the night in my sitting room covered by a blanket, lights dimmed but the second bedroom light was on. I got up and peeked through the door to see my father lying on a mattress, his glasses at the tip of his nose, reading a book.I knocked on the door gently and he looked up.“You’re awake.” He said pleasantly and got up.“Yeah. I think I might’ve