3-3-05
Mitari POV-
I walked home after another day of being tortured at school. Everyday I go through physical and emotional abuse. And that is just at school. Sometimes on good days, all people will do is knock me into a locker or name-calling. I can handle that. But they do other things that I don't like to speak about.
I reached my house. Its white paint was faded, dirty, and started to peel off. I twisted the cold doorknob and stepped inside. I watched my step to make sure I didn't step on any beer bottles left on the floor. The lights were off since my dad was trying to get some sleep during his hang over. I walked to my room, which contained a small bed, a dresser missing a leg, and an end table with an old lamp on top of it. I through my book bag into the corner and went to the kitchen.
I saw Mom sitting at the table. She smiled at me and then took a sip of coffee. My mom is the only light in my life. She is the only one who will listen to me and cares about me. I gave her a small, but fake smile. "So how was school?" she asked me. I shrugged not wanting to answer the question. She frowned. "Ok is that a yes or a no?" I shrugged again. She smiled and laughed a little.
She went to the cabinets and peered inside of them. They were empty. Again. "I'm going to go get some groceries," she said. "I'll be back around 5. Ok?" I nodded. She picked up the car keys from the counter. She was half way out the door when she stopped. "Be careful of your father. And don't forget, I love you."
"I love you too," I answered back. I watched her through the window as she drove away in the old blue van. I turned around to go to my room to do my homework, but something was in front of me. It was Dad. "Where did your mother go?" he asked in a ruff voice. I held my breath as he spoke to block the smell of alcohol. "So where is she?" he asked. He picked me up by the color of my shirt. I was a little more that half a foot off the ground. "She-she went to the store," I managed to stutter out.
"That better be the only place she went to," he said. The school burned in my nose. He through me against the wall and walked off. I waited till he left to get up. There was a tingly pain in my back that I felt every time that I took a step. I went to my room to try to do my homework.
I sat on the floor tapping my pencil against my math book. I don't really understand math, and I don't have anyone to help me with it. I scribbled down some scratch work on margin of the paper. 'Still not right,' I thought. I erased it and tried again.
I was almost done with the problem when the phone rang. Knowing that Dad wouldn't want to or cared to answer it, I went to go. I picked up the phone. "Hello Kiyoshi residence," I said into the phone. I paused and listened for some one to answer.
"Is your father there?" the person asked.
I hesitated. Should I disturb my dad? If I did I know that I would pay for it later. "Um no. He's busy at the moment. Can I help you?" The voice didn't come back. "Hello?" I asked.
"Kid we called to inform your father that your mother is in the hospital," the voice said. I dropped the phone and let it dangle by the cord. "Hello? Hello?" I heard the voice through the phone. "Is anyone there." I watched the phone swing back and forth. Back and forth. My world was turned upside down.
I hung up the phone and ran out the door. Even though it was cold I didn't bother to put a coat or anything to protect me from the cold. I ran as fast as I could to the hospital. My surrounding seemed to blur around me. I avoid people who were yelling at me to watch out. I ran through busy traffic causing cars to skid to a stop. I left the honking mess behind me.
I ran through the automatic door and strait to the waiting desk. I panted as the secretary turned in her chair. "Yes may I help you?" she asked me taking out the pencil from behind her ear.
"I'm looking for Ayame Kiyoshi," I said. "Can you tell me where her room is."
"Just a second," she said. She read down a list of people at the hospital. "Room 207." Before she could say anything else I took off into the direction of the room. I opened the door. I saw her lying on the bed. She had many tubes attached to her. I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around, it was the doctor. "What happened?" I asked him.
He sighed. "She was shot in the chest on the way to her car when she was leaving the groceries store. The bullet is very close to her heart. We will have to perform surgery to save her"
"Is she going to be ok?"
"There is a chance that she won't live," he said turning his eyes downward. I felt my eyes fog up with tears. I took a seat in a chair by her bed. I sat there and watched her, praying that she will make it through.