I have my things ready the next day. I feel horrible that my mom won't even look at me. I grab my suitcase and try to block tears from my eyes as I walk out of the hospital. I get in the car that will take me to the airport. Once I'm in the car I breakdown. I cry until we get to the airport.
On the plane they give me a shot to make me sleepy. I don't want to go to sleep I want to stay up and think of how I'm going to get out of this mess. Before I know it I'm asleep. I dream that my mother and I are outside...we're laughing. Only I'm much younger... maybe 7 or 8.
I wake up in a blur and I'm sitting in a white room. there is a bed,closet,and a small table. I don't want to be here. I start to cry again. My crying turns into screaming and the nurses came in to give me another shot. And once again I am asleep.
to be continued...
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