Chapter 5
i came to consciousness once again, my parents were beside me.
" philip you're awake!" my mum exclaimed.
" i'm glad to see you are not hurt badly." my dad pointed out, trying not to let the drunk state he was in show.
I just nodded.
" so how are you?" Mum asked.
I nodded again.
"Dear I think he's tired.' Dad replied after seeing my nod
" Phillip why are you not speaking?" Mum still persisted, letting her and get the best of her.
I then his my face under the covers of the hospital bed and shook my head.
"Are you able to talk?!" Mum exploded. Then she started to ramble.
"PHILLIP WILLIAM LESTER DON'T IGNORE ME! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE SHIT! WE RAISED YOU AND YOU ARE NO WHERE AS GOOD AS ANGUS EVER WAS..."
"CALM DOWN ELLEN!" Dad shouted after 2 minuets of her bitching at me. I as glad I was the only one in the ward at the moment otherwise embarrass would be a understatement to describe what I would be feeling..
A few minuets after my parents left. I could see the nurse outside talking to them. Mum and dad kept glancing over at me. There talking about me.
The nurse then turned to face me and marched through the color.
"Mr Lester ii would like to inform you that your being taken to 31, to help you speak again." She told me in a stern but kind tone.
Oh great, now they class me as mental...
I guess I am after 3 attempts of suicide.
After 43 scars down my wrist
And 22 down my ankle.