My mom started hitting me more.
She started talking to me less.
She started drinking more.
She started living less.
And my dad didn't even know because he was gone so often at work.
Honestly it all started and ended so quickly that other then what I just told you, there isn't much to say.
The night it all ended is fuzzy and blurry to me.
My mom beat me. She just started hitting and she didn't stop. Yeah, it did hurt. But more on the inside than the outside. I got scared and I ran to the only place I could think of- Tony and Dans house. When Tony opened the door I thought he would collapse right on the spot. He shoved me inside and the questions started.
"Who the crap did this to you?"
"I'll beat the shit out of them, I swear I will."
I didn't think it was that bad though. Other people have it worse, but I still felt unwanted, and alone. Dan stumbled out with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and his thick glasses perched on his noes.
"What happened, love?" He asked me, giving Tony a steady glare (he was still loudly cussing in the background.) at this point I was sobbing so hard that I couldn't answer.
"Okay, common, we'll get you cleaned up- TONY."
Tony stopped in mid rant and glanced at Dan.
"Just go... Do something. I don't care."
I heard a movie start playing as Dan led me to the bathroom. He left me there for a few minutes. I couldn't stop the thoughts that rained down on me. She doesn't want you, my own mother.
Dan came back with a washcloth.
"Okay, here. Just wash all of that off and then come out and I'll help with the rest." I nodded and closed the door behind him. I started shaking and my hands trembled. I leaned against the counter and glared into my own eyes. My breathing was coming out in short bursts. What came after is still something I don't remember all of. All I remember is Tonys face when he knocked down the door and found me laying on the tile with blood coming from my arm. I swear I didn't mean to cut that deep, and I didn't mean to cut upward either. I wasn't thinking when I downed some pills. I just wasn't thinking. At all.
I woke up about a week later to the sounds of machines and the harsh glare of a light. I slowly blinked. Dan leapt from a chair and gasped, excitement filling his features. Tony was on a couch leaning against it with his eyes shut, dozing. Everything was a confused mess. Things were too loud and too bright. And I couldn't say a word- I didn't remember how. I thankfully knew how to write, I just had no idea how to form letters with my mouth and tongue to make a sentence.
My mom was going to jail and I soon had to go to court to say that yes, she did indeed beat me, yes, she did hit me, and yes, she drove more than once illegally and drunk.
My dad had his rights to have a daughter taken since he didn't even visit me while I was in a coma and obviously, 'too busy to look out for a teenager.'
So I was passed to Dan and Tony, since they were my only okay family members and since I knew them so well and since they found me and were, 'reliable.'
Funny the things that change right?