Warning; some mature context. Reader discretion advised.
Chapter 7; a terrible encounter.
It was a quiet drive to the hospital, but the silence was more pleasant than awkward.
By the time we had made it down to the hospital I felt a calming sensation, much opposed to the usual nervous vibe I got whilst anywhere near my mother.
Four, however, looked terrible. Sweat shone from his pale skin and his hands shook as he fumbled to lock his car. I put a hand on his arm and gently pulled him towards me. "Four, you don't have to do this you know. I understand how horrible it would be to come back after what you've been through."
Four nervously scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head. "I've made my peace with Mom's death, it's more of the fact that your Mom's room is on the top floor and that we will probably have to go in an elevator to get there."
I must look as confused as I feel because Four quickly explains that he is claustrophobic and deathly afraid of heights. "Everybody has something, if not we wouldn't be human."
My mother's room is gray and white with two single beds on either side. To the left there is a window, to the right a book shelf. On the side of either bed there is a bed-side table with a bottled water, pills, and a warm-ish tea.
My Mom, of course, insisted on the bed next to the window. "If only I were a bird," she'd say. "If I were a bird I could fly out this window and fly forever."
Now all my mother did was stare out that window not even acknowledging the two new presences in her wake. "Mom?" I ask quietly. "May my friend and I come in?"
She laughed and gestured for us to come in. "Bea! Darling I see Evelynn Eaton's son finally came to say hello to his Momma, she missed you quite a bit she did."
I felt horrible for Four as I almost instantly corrected Mom. "No Mom, Four is here to see you. Evelynn Eaton has been dead for almost two years."
My mother's eyes clouded over than and without warning she through a very well calculated tea cup, bits of shattered china flying into my legs and arms.
The tea cup wasn't enough though, she began to scream terrible things at me, fat, ugly, rude, coward, and selfish.
I sank to my knees her insults piercing me like daggers. I guess that at some point Four had called the doctor, because a graying nurse soon appeared, sedative craving the chance to calm my Mothers fury.
I guess Four had figured watching my Mom being drugged wasn't the best thing for my mental state because he picked me up bridal style and carried me down to a small infirmary, holding me tighter still as silent tears began to soak through his shirt. "Please, Four. Just take me home. My Uncle will clean me up there."
At first Four seemed uncertain then he simply nodded, though he never actually put me down until placing me into his car where he held me as I screamed bloody murder into his chest. Though a part of me was grateful for the pain. The pain was better than the emptiness. Emptiness I was almost certain would come tonight; an emptiness that was only filled by the feeling of a blade being dragged down my stomach, arms, inner-thighs, and wrists.
Good news; I'm back! Bad news; That was REALLY depressing. I just want to go on the record and say if any of you think about this for even a second, don't be afraid to tell someone.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND THERE IS SOMEONE WHO WOULD KILL FOR THE CHANCE TO LOVE YOU!
That's all! Bye guys!
