OK, a while ago I asked this question: http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind ex;_ylt=AtUyMUFveNQiPorOlOh3FFkhBgx.;_yl v=3?qid=20090610085825AAAsomt
You need to read that first for this question to make sense! Basically, I'm stuck. lol
I lay in bed as soon as I got home. Everything was silent again. Mum and Dad weren?t home yet and by the empty spare room I guessed that Auntie Rose and Uncle Geoff had gone home.
The spider I saw the other night had gone, leaving its web for some other spider. The sun was blinding me through the gap in my drawn curtains. It was trying to expose me. Tell everyone in the world the truth. I couldn?t escape even in my own home. I was being herded by... everything.
I jumped out of my bed in fear.
?What are you doing?? I yelled at myself in rage kicking at my wardrobe. ?Idiot!? I started kicking everything in sight. My chest of drawers, my school bag, my desk where a glass of water sat. It trembled as if it were scared. I kicked the desk again. I sharp pain shot through my foot but I ignored it. The glass of water smashed quietly on the dirty, carpeted floor. I stared at my room. Clothes were strewn on the floor, water and bits of class were everywhere. One of my draws had a handle missing and there was a dent in my wardrobe. I felt anger boiling up inside of me once again. I tried telling myself to calm down. Violence was never the answer; I?d just seen how badly I?d messed up already, why do it again? I tried to restrain myself, I balled my fists, I clenched my teeth. No good. I roared deafeningly. I kicked at the door and punched hard at the wall. The pain shot through me like a bullet but I kept going. Punch after punch, harder and harder. The adrenaline was pulsing through my veins. I was enjoying it. Until... crack. I immediately stood back in shock. There was blood on the wall and I couldn?t move my hand. I let out a weak laugh. A broken hand wasn?t going to beat me. There was no pain at all. It was just a scratch. I tried to flex my hand out of the fist position, only to have a searing pain whip my knuckles at the slightest movement. I swore under my breath and left my room for the phone.
As I walked past the front door, Mum came in nearly bashing into me. She jumped in surprise.
?Sorry.? I mumbled before staggering over to the phone.
?What are you doing?? She asked taking off her coat. I noticed the bags under her eyes. Her hair was loose and tangled. This wasn?t my mum. Whatever was standing in front of me was some sort of zombie replica of my mum. My real mother had never looked this...lifeless.
?Taxi.? I replied punching the number into the phone.
?Why??
I waved my injured hand limply toward her. ?School accident.? I mouthed. I knew it was wrong to lie, but I?d been doing it for the past 5 days ? I?d had enough practice.
?Well,? Mum interfered hanging up the phone. ?I?ll take you. There?s no need to waste money on a taxi when there?s a good working car outside.? She grabbed my bleeding hand and dragged me towards the door snatching the keys on the way out.
?Ouch! God mum be gentler!? I moan wriggling my hand away. More pain shot through me. It felt like someone was playing fate, deciding when to put me through pain. They obviously didn?t realise I had feelings.
?Sorry.? She murmured striding out the door and snatching the keys of the mantel piece. She got into the car and started the engine. ?Get in then! I don?t want the doctor telling me you?re loosing that hand because we should?ve gotten there sooner!?
?You?re a bit snappy aren?t you?? I jog towards the car, awkwardly put on my seatbelt and turn the radio up to full volume not wanting to chat-or sit in silence. Loud noise bursts from the device, causing mum to turn it off.
?I can?t see how you teenagers like that stuff.? She moaned not looking at me. ?How?s school??
?Fine.? I reply lifelessly.
?Did you see Melissa??
?Urr...? Why does mum always have to ask stupid little touchy questions just because I?m her only child? Well, I suppose I should think about her feelings... Wait! What am I saying? She should be thinking about mine! Why can?t she let me do anything by myself. I?m perfectly capable of getting a taxi to the hospital but no ? and can?t she guess that the last thing I want to talk about is Melissa? ?Yeah.?
?Did she say anything? Anything...specific? About...? Mum paused.
?Um, not really. We just said hi.? The sound of Melissa?s voice, her face as it fell like dreary raindrops from the sky, her tears rolling slowly down her awkward face. It wasn?t cheery or smiley like usual. Darkness had spread across her face from the one motion of my head. I saw I had caused her pain and suffering. I felt like yelling the secret out there and then. My mind was screaming at me. Just tell them. Tell her at least! She?s your mother. She needs to know the truth. Tell! TELL!
?We?re here.? Mum muttered taking me out of my trance. We were p
We were parked right outside the hospital in the nearest space to the entrance.
?Mum! I?m not dying or anything! Seriously you didn?t need to park so close.? I say feeling embarrassed. There was barely anyone around, though still I felt my cheeks rise in temperature.
?Don?t be absurd! You could lose that hand!? She exclaimed hauling me out the car and across the disorganised marked car park and through the heavy doors. People were bustling around like ants surrounding a chunk of stale bread. Nurses and doctors, all scrubbed up ready to do surgery.
Mum immediately frog-marched me towards the reception desk. I thanked fate there was no queue. Mum would have ignored that completely, probably causing a riot.
?My son can?t move his hand!? She told a young, pale girl at the reception. She looked very tired ? probably the reason her hair was messy.
Then Tony comes and he hits him and then I'm stuck.
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