June 8th
I woke up completely dazed and confused. The surroundings were strange and uncomfortable. I was lying in a bed that wasn't mine, and my whole body ached. I tried to sit up, but realized it was hard enough to keep my eyes open. Then I saw Rob staring at my face.
He yelled something, but the only words I could make out were Josie and doctor.
I know I muttered something about coleslaw, and then fell back asleep.
When I woke up the next time, I felt a bit more aware of my surroundings. I tried to turn my head, but the pain was intense. So I just laid there and stared at the white ceiling, just feeling the dull pain throughout my body.
I heard a machine lightly humming, another machine beeping slowly, and a pen scratching on paper.
I whispered Josie's name and she was instantly standing above me, telling someone to go get the doctors.
She told me I was in the hospital and asked me if I could remember why.
I closed my eyes and tried to sink into the bed as I remembered that night.
My father and I were fighting and he punched me in the face. I fell down and hit my head on the dresser. He pulled me up and hit me again. Then I must have hit my head on the bed frame. He kicked me a few times while I was on the floor. But by then my body was numb except for the pain in my head. After that I passed out.
Then a doctor was shining lights in my eyes, asking me questions and counting my breaths. Then he started to move my arms and ask about the pain shooting through my body.
The doctor spoke to Josie then left the room.
My head felt like a huge cloud, and every second took so long to get through.
June 10th
Today I was finally able to get out of bed. Turns out I have a concussion, four broken ribs, a broken arm, and my head is cracked open- and sewed shut again with 14 stitches. So of course, when I got out of bed, Mr. Coulson and a nurse stood me up and I started to fall back down.
June 11th My father went to court today. He has a ten-year prison sentence, but is up for parole in 6 years on good behavior. I don't have to see him if I don't want to. Right now that is the last thing in the world I want to do.
I am going to be released from the hospital tomorrow. It will be seven days by then. I have no where to go, so Josie asked me to stay with her until I go to school in the fall. At first I argued with her that I could find somewhere, but realized I can't. It's hard to accept the fact that she cares about me. I'm not sure how to take everything. It's been a rough week though, so I guess I'm entitled to be confused for a while.
I woke up completely dazed and confused. The surroundings were strange and uncomfortable. I was lying in a bed that wasn't mine, and my whole body ached. I tried to sit up, but realized it was hard enough to keep my eyes open. Then I saw Rob staring at my face.
He yelled something, but the only words I could make out were Josie and doctor.
I know I muttered something about coleslaw, and then fell back asleep.
When I woke up the next time, I felt a bit more aware of my surroundings. I tried to turn my head, but the pain was intense. So I just laid there and stared at the white ceiling, just feeling the dull pain throughout my body.
I heard a machine lightly humming, another machine beeping slowly, and a pen scratching on paper.
I whispered Josie's name and she was instantly standing above me, telling someone to go get the doctors.
She told me I was in the hospital and asked me if I could remember why.
I closed my eyes and tried to sink into the bed as I remembered that night.
My father and I were fighting and he punched me in the face. I fell down and hit my head on the dresser. He pulled me up and hit me again. Then I must have hit my head on the bed frame. He kicked me a few times while I was on the floor. But by then my body was numb except for the pain in my head. After that I passed out.
Then a doctor was shining lights in my eyes, asking me questions and counting my breaths. Then he started to move my arms and ask about the pain shooting through my body.
The doctor spoke to Josie then left the room.
My head felt like a huge cloud, and every second took so long to get through.
June 10th
Today I was finally able to get out of bed. Turns out I have a concussion, four broken ribs, a broken arm, and my head is cracked open- and sewed shut again with 14 stitches. So of course, when I got out of bed, Mr. Coulson and a nurse stood me up and I started to fall back down.
June 11th My father went to court today. He has a ten-year prison sentence, but is up for parole in 6 years on good behavior. I don't have to see him if I don't want to. Right now that is the last thing in the world I want to do.
I am going to be released from the hospital tomorrow. It will be seven days by then. I have no where to go, so Josie asked me to stay with her until I go to school in the fall. At first I argued with her that I could find somewhere, but realized I can't. It's hard to accept the fact that she cares about me. I'm not sure how to take everything. It's been a rough week though, so I guess I'm entitled to be confused for a while.