Warning! Okay, a) I suck at endings and b) this is short but I felt like this is the way it was supposed to be, and c) yes I am a freak
"Tatiana, please, Dr. Williams would like to see you," Miss Lee whispered behind me. Theresa Lee had to be five foot tall with the softest voice imaginable and the darkest tan a Mexican can get. She almost looks black. The most petite person in the world. Always saying 'please' to everyone. Turning around slowly I wonder why someone so small would want to work here. With blood and guts and all that crap.
"Okay," I mock her by whispering and nod myhead like she always does. Nodding her head and whispering all the time. Then I walk away and go to see Marsha. She's in her personal office that she shares with three other doctors. Doctor Nash, and Doctor Charleston. All old quacks and farts. In her office she is sitting up straight and her black hair is all curly and on top of her head. She's always been like a mother to me while my actual mother was a racist to her skin.
"Hello Tatiana," she says to me in her warm voice. A singers voice but I havent exactly heard her sing yet.
"Theresa said you wanted to see me," another thing I liked about her. She was casual, I could swear and call everyone by their first names in front of her.
"Oh yes, that quiet little creature," she agreed with me.
"That's her," I said with a smile knowing that someone agreed with me. "It is so fucking annoying," I mutter under my breath but sure enough she should hear but I wouldn't be punished. Because Marsha is the best doctor ever.
"Yeah," she says as she hesitates over telling me something. I'm sitting in the most awkward position in her chair and she is hesitating over something? "Tatiana, I have to let you go for a while, alteast until you get these grades up," my smile fades. I can feel the light crawl away from eye sockets and hear them scream Go Away You Stupid Brain! There is silence for a while as I process this.
"What? How, how did this happen? I get straight B's and C's, I-I-I don't see how this could happen?"
"All of these unexcused absences and you got a zero on your test-"
"No, no, no, that doesn't count these girls were harrassing me and kept on throwing things and I didn't say anything, I screamed," I exclaimed.
"That might be true Tatiana but I cant let you pass just because we're friends," Marsha told me and it was then my eye sockets felt like falling out. "But if you want to talk about these girls," she offered in her sweet voice but I got out of there before she could go any further. I tore apart my aprong thingy and left it at the front counter with Mrs. Pearson to wash herself.
Walking out of the hospital I have two options. I could go home and make dinner for my mommy or I could start taking control. I head over to the clinic that is right next to the hospital and sign my mother up for rehab. As if that will help besides that I go back to the apartment and gather all her trash in it. Beer bottles, full and empty, her cigarettes, her pills, everything and I shove in her face.
"Get you ass off that couch," I yelled at her in an acual controlled voice. I've dreamt about this my entire life and at this moment I believe I am dreaming and am soundly asleep in my bed again. "Get your ass out of this apartment, go to your friggin job and-" she took a fucking beer bottle out of the bag. I grabbed it from her weak hands and smashed it against the coffee table. I thrusted it at her throat and she jumped off the couch and onto the floor. Big improvement there, except I could of used a better tactic. "Get up," I ordered her in a calmer voice. She stumbled up and for the first time I noticed she was a little more than a head taller than me.
"Don't treat me like a child," she spat out in her weak voice.
"I will when you stop acting like one," and in a flash her head hit my cheek. Leaving a mark there for sure and burning my face. I could feel the tears come down my cheek. "I am going to go to a friends house and don't ever expect me back because you are one mess I am not cleaning up," and I left her there. I gathered all of my stuff and put it into a duffel bag. Everything I owned into a medium sized duffel bag, a JanSport book bag and a magazine bag from Borders. Walking out I didn't look back. When I got to Kenny's house she welcomed me back after she got to yell at me for a while. She was happy after that.
For three days now I've been staying with her and trying to get my grades up so I could go back to the hospital. Which has to be the hardest thing I have ever done. Spanish is so confusing when you havent been paying attention. Who knew? I can hear Mr. Molina scoffing right now. Then something started to scratch at the window.
"What the hell?" I spoke outloud to no one. Kenny was out with her study group. A bunch of rich and snotty girls who – thank the Lord – don't rub off on her. All of their names are so predictable, Jessica, Sarah, Louise Anna, and Lindsay. Sounds like a lesbo confession about to happen. I lean over to close the window completely but something whispers to me from the darkness.
"Close that window and you die," something hissed at me. That voice gave a new wave over me. I don't know what to name it, amor, confusion with an accent on the o, miedo or alegria (with an accent on the I). I don't know.How the hell should I know?! "Open the window," he said slowly in a less scary tone. I obeyed him, of course and he crawled through as his wings tugged into his back. I could never get used to that. My eyes were wide and he could probably tell how weirded out I was even blind.
"Hey," I said after a while of silence. "How has it been?"
"Saved the world, almost died, almost lost everyone I care about, and then we reunited and now we are back and I wanted to come and see you before we started school, ugh, I cant believe how normal I have to be."
"You're still blind," I told him as a joke for reassurance.
"Yeah, that pleasant gift, I cant see you," he nudged my arm and held me closer to him.
"Yeah, but you can still kiss me," I pecked his cheek and he blushed, "You can you know, you don't have to ask," and because of that he kissed me. For a very long time, I might add. When he broke apart he whispered into my ear something I would never forget.
"I love you," and he stayed with me that night. We slept – and just slept- in my new bed in my new room and I had a new boyfriends. An official boyfriend. I can not wait to remember this and every thing else when I hear Kenny and her bimbo friends talking about who they like better, Fang or Iggy. Because Iggy is mine, and not one single blonde will change that.
