Chapter 3: The Morning After
I woke up and everything seemed totally normal.
The sun was shining in through the windows. Birds were chirping away. The smile on my face slowly slipped away as last night hit me.
All night every time I closed my eyes they're chasing after me. Shouting.
I wonder how they feel like proud? Worried? Don't care?
Mom walked into my bedroom and smiled at me.
'How are you feeling' she asked, she came to sit on the edge of my bed.
I burst into tears. That must have been enough of an answer.
'Come here' she said soothingly. She wrapped her arms around me and held me when I cried.
'We've put some salt in the bath to bring out your bruises' Mom explained as I walked into the bathroom in my dressing gown and slippers.
'Scences of Crime are coming today to take pictures of you, its for evidence in case we take this to court'
Court.
I hadn't even thought that far. The thought caused a shiver in my body.
It meant I had to face them again. Of course deep down I knew I'd be back to school in a few days and then I would see them. But I'd prayed that I'd never had to go again.
When my mom left the bathroom, I sank into the warmth letting it take over my body. My body ached. My head ached.
I tried to stop it but my mind wouldn't let in happened. What ifs ran in my head at full speed
'What if you'd have stayed in that shop called for help'
'What if you'd have begged Andrea to stay at home'
'What if you'd ran quicker?'
Would I'd going through this pain?
It wouldn't leave shouting, repaeating.
What if?
What if?
What if?
'You dog, im going to kill you'
'Don't tell the cops'
'I'm going to KILL YOU'
I screamed, and I dissolved into tears. Was I going mad.
Mom ran in and told her I couldn't do this.
My life was already falling apart in front of my eyes.
After a short bath the day went past at a sluggish pace, until I started to be violently sick. Mom told me that I was just scared.
But then I started having trouble to breathe.
'I'm taking you to hospital' Mom announced Grandma Judy came with us.
After waiting a short while the doctor told me that I'd have a mild panic attack and I probably should expect some more.
We went home and fond a hasty bbq had been planned to try and cheer me up. Andrea was invited.
Everybody kept coming us and giving us hugs.
Mom kept trying to force us to eat the food they'd made. It wouldnt do us good not eating apprently.
Everybody laughed and joked, but it was all fake I could see through it.
While everybody told stories of some sorts and the kids went tearing around. Andrea on the toilet I went to my room and looked out the window.
Would things ever be the same again?.
