I screamed at her because her title meant "protector" and she had let the ravenous carnivores gobble her up. I couldn't stop crying. The girl, whose evil, man-eating parents had dropped her off on my door and labeled her "roommate," had needed my help for months. I bought her food and gave her the only hug she'd had in four years. I promised her nothing would happen. She had been kidnapped back and our pseudo-mother entitled "dean" refused to stop it. I couldn't understand why she let them take her. I yelled while the tears flowed. I knew the yelling should have stopped, but I didn't like to break promises. I yelled until I had to stop. I had to save the life of a stranger while a person I loved rehashed her past suicidal thoughts.
I was in the Blood Mobile with a needle in my arm when my world went dark. I woke up and my brain recalled what I hoped it wouldn't. They all asked me stupid questions and forced sugary orange juice down my throat. I was not thirsty, I was not hot, and I was not interested in talking.
I called my mom and for the first time, I actually asked her to visit me. She left the house then and arrived in an hour; she knew that the kidnapping had broken me. Too many stressful months spent trying to protect myself were shattered when I couldn't protect her too.
"Momma," I squeaked out of my throat, "I'm not okay."
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Your story has haunted me. I have read it several times and will read it several more, I am certain. There is something deep here that you seem afraid to tell. Even though you allude to the direct source of your angst, you do a great job of pulling the reader in and showing your sorrow. I am still left wondering what has happened here, though. That is why I keep reading it...looking for another clue....
ReplyDeleteYour story is great. I think you do a great job. I like the way that at the end of your piece you let the reader wanting to know what happened after your mom talked to you. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThere is so much more to this....so much that even if you wrote, you could never explain. Life can sometimes be hard, and sometimes it is so much easier to just forget....
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