"Where is Abigail Justson?" the man said
"We don't know where, your honor" Abigail's father said
"You don't know where your own child is?" The man questioned "is this a normal thing that happens in your house?"
"No sir" He said and Mark looked on amazement. Sara sat along side of Mark holding his hand tight.
"Well, since your daughter seams to disappear. I am expecting Abigail to show up for an evaluation on the 10th of this month at the children's helping hands with Mrs. Sugar." He pause "In the mean time I would hope you will try to keep tabs on your daughter Mr. and Mrs. Justson. Dismissed" The judge got up and left.
Abigail sat above a silence stream her blue sweat jacket wrapped around her rightly. She knew her parents now planed on moving after this whole court thing was final. Even if they lost they would still move leaving her behind. She wondered about the Goths. She knew she needed to stop it was getting to the nutty gritty of life. She stopped eating and somehow continuously bleed for the sake of red. She felt no one understood her, how could they no one seamed to care. She looked down at her watch she knew court was over, but didn't know what was to come.
"What are ya doing up there Gale!" called Glen from the ground
"Thinking" She said and watch as Glen struggled to he up the tree to Abigail. He finally sat still.
"High up huh?"
"Yeah"
" You okay?"
"Yea"
"ya know you missed the court date"
"I know... there was to much to think about to stop thinking"
"I know how that feels"
"You do?"
"yup, whet in to a thinking mode for a few days. then I joined professional wrestling school" He grinned
"we'll I don't want to wrestle. I just want to know what I am doing with my life."
"With that? Maybe I could help you"
"I think I just better start over again"
"maybe you don't... maybe this is ruff spot, but soon it will be all over and you can breath again."
"Mark and Sara are fighting for custody over me. The Goths are getting to me, and my parents are moving after this court thing... I just want to die."
"no you don't" Glen hugged her " you don't want to leave us all here. It's just a ruff time and your allowed to go though that."
"God damn it" Abigail's father hit the steering wheel
"Don't get upset" her mother spoke
"Abigail did this to make me look bad"
" She problem forgot the time"
"She always forgets, and I had enough to it!"
"Where do you think Abigail was today?" Sara asked
"Problem out with the Goths. you know how she forgets."
"She is she's scared?"
"Abigale..scared? Hell no" Mark opening omitted
"Where were you?!?!" Abigale's father stood in the kitchen doorway
"I was out"
"Yea we noticed... you didn't even show up to court."
"So, what?"
"What! you made your mother and my self look bad!"
"oh what a shame your good name is tarnished by the daughter you would love to hate." he stood still not saying a word. Abigail walked right by him and upstairs she knew she wasn't wanted. There own flesh and blood left to die.
Abigail sliced down her arm deeper then before the blood deranged into the sink. her head becoming light headed fussing out at the corners. She sat on the toile wrapping a towel around her arm. she held the towel down on her arm hard feeling the blood through the towel. She walked over to the phone pulling it down to the floor sitting up against the wall. She dialed Mark's number.
"hello?"
"Mark, I need a Doctor.. I cut my self to deep." Her words faded out and then she stop breathing. Mark called 911 to send an ambulance to Abigail's house. He raced in his care to her house. The ambulance already caring Abigail's out of the house.
"Who is coming with" ON Medic asked
"I will Mark said, and Abigail's parents rolled there eyes. Mark rook Abigail's purse knowing everything he needed was in there. Mark got on his cell phone and tried to get a hold of Sara. He finally settled for a message for her to come tot he hospital. Mark sat in the waiting room nervous in his stomach like anything he had felt before. Abigail layer upon the table both her arms covered in towels tiring to hold the blood in. The towels were soaked in blood as the one nurse took off the towels to clean up the blood. Abigail layer still on the bard her neck still held down. She mumbled Mark's name hoping someone could hear her. She felt like she has been on the table forever in this daze space.
"What happened?" Sara cried to Mark as she entered the door.
"Shhhh... Clam down" Mark said sitting Sara down next to him
"What happened?" Where is Abigail?" She said
"Abigail is still in the ER as far as I knew. She cut her self deep that blood was gushing, but she did call me for help"
"Oh my go!" Sara said almost in shock
"Mark Callaway?" A man came up to them
"yes?"
"Hi I am Dr. Florence"
"hello" HE shocked his hand "how is Abigail?"
"She is resting comfortable now. I do have one question. Did you know Abigail is a self mutilated her self?"
"Yes we knew"
"And you did not help her?"
"Were nor her parents we are close friends"
"Is there coming I should contract?"
"yes Judge Nortback"
TBC...