There was stomping coming up the stairs. Dad is long gone by now and Jade was stomping up the stairs. When she came to my door, she gasped at the sight of all the blood that surrounded me. The broken bottle was still impaled in my rib area. She rushed over to me; she reached down and touched the bottle.

"Are you ok? Do you want me to take it out? Who did this to you? Was it your dad?"

When I tried to talk, blood came out. I just nodded at her hoping she would understand. I definitely wanted this thing out of me. But she didn't, it stayed in me. It's probably better that way; I heard you could bleed out and die if you took it something that was in you out right away. That wouldn't be a good thing. But then again… Maybe it would be.

"H-h…h-hos-spit…t-tal" I struggled.

Jade whipped out her cell phone. I watched as she dialed 911 and put the phone to her ear. I could hear it ringing.

"It's ok, Cat. It's ok. It's going to all be ok." She whispered as the phone rang and rang.

Someone finally picked up on the other end. I heard mumbles, but I couldn't tell what anyone was saying. Not even Jade's voice rang very clear to me at all. When I finally heard the sirens, the downstairs door opening, the stomping up my stairs, I started to slowly ease up a little bit. I couldn't tell anyone about my dad, I'll have to find away to explain all of this to Jade, the doctors, my friends.

The paramedics put me up on the wheelie table thing; I think they call it a gurney or something like that. They carefully wheeled my down the stairs, out the door, and into the ambulance car. The whole time Jade stayed with me and the whole time there was a look of pure concern plastered on her face. I swear she looked more worried than I was.

The paramedics worked on me while we were in the van. Slowly, they removed the bottle from me and bandaged all my wounds. I winced in pain as the bottle finally exited my rib cage. Both of my arms and my abdomen were completely covered in white bandages. I looked like a partial mummy.

When we got to the hospital, they said they needed to hook me up to some sort of machine that beeps a lot. Apparently, it told them whether or not I was still alive. Does that make any sense? Couldn't they just look at me and tell whether I was still alive or not? It was weird to me, I don't like hospitals all that much. They kind of scared me.

"Cat, are you ok?" Jade asked as she walked into my room.

"Yeah." I responded, somewhat weakly.

"Cat…" she seemed to be in some sort of deep thought. "Did… did your dad do this to you?"

"What? Psh… psh. What! Of course not!"

"Cat, you are a terrible liar."

"But…But… Would you believe me if I told you I was drinking?"

"No."

There was a very awkward silence. I couldn't think of any more lies, if you couldn't tell already, I'm a really bad liar. I always have been and I always will be. So Jade could practically see right through me.

"Well, then what do you think happened?"

She appeared to be pondering over it. Fitting all the pieces together, making sure they all fit together just the right way.

"I think your dad finally cracked."

Spot on. Jade was really good at figuring things out. Especially things like this.

"Please don't tell anyone!" I begged her.

"Cat, what do you think you're going to tell the doctors if they ask?"

"If they ask, I'll tell them it was all an accident. I fell."

Jade just stood there and shook her head at me. She's been there for me almost my whole life. She's always kept my secrets, helped me through the hard times, and on top of all that she was my best friend. I knew she would understand why I didn't want people to know about this. Even though I've never told her, she knew about me and my parents.

"Fine Cat. If you think that'll work, go ahead and try it. But I'm telling you right now that it won't work."

It worked. Take that Jade! But now I have to suffer through school with everyone asking me questions. It will be somewhat hard to keep my story straight. I'll have to make note cards or something.