Title- Dealing with It
Chapter Title- On the Way Home
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I was hesitant to go in. I took my time opening the car door and asked mom to open the room's door. She said no, and handed me the key. I played with it for a while, turning it over and over. Slowly I put it in the hole and turned. I told my mom I was not going to touch the doorknob. It was probably infested with germs. Mom didn't answer me. She was leaning against the car and looked like we had all the time in the world.
I think it took me about an hour, but finally I opened the door. My mom was standing next to me as soon as I turned the doorknob. She rushed into the filthy motel room and went into the bathroom. I knew she went to go shut off the water. I stood, in the doorway, paralyzed. It was disgusting.
I hated the feeling of thousands of germs, germs of people I didn't know, all over my hands. It felt like it was crawling up into my body. I shook a little, trying to shake out the thoughts. I couldn't take it. I ran into the bathroom and tried to turn on the water. I had forgotten mom shut it off. I ran into the room and started to cry. I needed to wash my hands; the germs were going to kill me.
Mom watched me, staying out of the way. She was leaning against the door so I couldn't leave. Occasionally she glanced at her watch. I knew she was keep track of time. The therapist had said an hour and if I spent more than an hour here, I would hurt somebody.
I must've cried myself to sleep, because mom was shaking me awake. I was on the floor and she was helping me up and into the car. I wondered how long it had been. Then I remembered all the germs. Thinking about it made me get sick. Mom took me to a McDonald's and I refused to eat. She gave up on that and we went to a store where she bought me chocolate milk and a mini box of Frosted Flakes.
I thanked her and she just shrugged. She reminded me that I was only hurting myself. She drove until dark and stopped at another motel. I refused to get out of the car. I didn't want a replay of the other night. She opened the door and practically dragged me out. I bit her a few times and then started to cry.
"I hate you I don't wanna do this! Just lemme sleep in the car!" She picked me up and opened the motel door. She put me on the bed and locked the door. She shut off the water.
"You have to spend an hour here. And you are going to spend an hour here," she replied. She was talking to me softly.
I spent the hour sitting on the bed, shaking. She let me take a shower when I was done. It didn't really help. So many people had taken a shower in it and the mold was horrible. We got back onto the road. I begged mom to get some clothes out of the trunk for me, but she shook her head.
"The therapist said nothing about clothes," I whined. She sighed, knowing I was right. She got me a new pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. I changed and she started to drive again. I couldn't wait until we were home. My own bed was clean and mom couldn't keep the water off forever. Especially when she wasn't there.
The next night was horrible. The motel was the worst. The smell was unbearable and the mold and germs were multiplying by the second. I stood in the middle of the room not touching anything. I wanted to get better, to not live in fear of germs, but this was extreme. The hour seemed to drag on forever.
Finally, mom opened the door. I made a mad dash to the car and sat there. I leaned my head against the window and fell into a light sleep.
The light stung my eyes as the sun rose. We were driving, I could tell. I recognized the streets. We were close to home. I started to get excited. I could take a nice shower. I could take a nice, long shower, just the way I like them. There would be no mold and no germs. I knew everybody that took a shower in our shower; there was nothing to worry about. It seemed to take forever, but we finally pulled up to the house. I was finally free...
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