Chapter 6

       About three days have gone by and I was now home. I could tell that my parents have been home at least twice in my week in the hospital. There were even more bottles of wine and beer clattered all over the kitchen counter, floor, and in the sink as well. After I cleaned up a little, I go upstairs tofin my parents actually home. They are sleeping in the bedroom, each of them at one end of the bed. I could tell they had passed out, considering they still had "party clothes." I shut their door so when ever I walked past their room, I wouldn't have to see my disgracful, so called parents. In my eyes they were absolutely despicable.

       I went to my room. I did the same thing I did the night my boy friend had the talk with me. I miserably lied on my mattress. My back, sore. Not used to the soft, comfortable hospital bed. Once again I looked up at my dull ceiling. I tried to make myself learn what the colors could mean. How they could represent my life. Dull, is deffinatly one of the answers. As I lay there, thinking to myself about him, I get tired. My head was still hurting from when he knocked me out at school. I wanted to believe that it was an accident, like he was telling everyone else. but I knew it wasn't. It wa completely intentional.

       An hour passes by. I sit up on my mattress and decide that I should go do my home work that one of my class mates dropped off at the hospital for me today. Biology, English, and Forensic Science. I hate all of these subjects except for Forensic Science. I love that one. I'm hoping tobecome a Forensic Scientist one day and fulfill my dream.

       As another hour passes by, I get done with my home work. I lay back down on my mattress, getting quite tired. As my eyes start to drift, I can't stop thinking about my boy friend. What he had promised me right before he had punched me. Just thinking about him made my heart hurt. A hot tear rolled down my cheek. My eyes grow heavier and heavier as the minutes pass by. Finally, It was onlyeight o'clock, I give up. I let my eye lids finally close and I fell into a deep sleep, once again. As I waited for the next day to come, I dream. I dream of the place where parents cared, boy friends really didhvae a heart, and I was more then just a little fly on the wall.