Shattered Girl (Emmy)

"Ok then," I mumbled, closing my eyes again. First my abusive father beats me unconsious. Now this woman who is a complete stranger, and claiming to be my mother, was standing in the corner of my room, growling and hissing into her phone.

"I can't understand why you would want her anywhere near your house," she complainied "Its going to completly disrupt our lives, not to mention your campain and think about the boys, this is still their home, when they come back on leave or during breaks from college they don't need some broken worthless girl, who is obviously trouble being thrown into their peaceful home." her voice changed from angry growls, to concerned loving parent like the flick of a switch.

I groaned quietly, wondering if I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep she would go away. I did just that and must have acutally fallen asleep, because I was startled awake by the loud click of a heal tapping angrly on the floor.

"Well its about time, were you planning on sleeping the whole day?" she snapped

"Ummm, Im in the hospital, what else am I supposed to be doing?" I snap, " I'm having a shit day, Im obvously hurt, and Im supposed to be resting" If I could have flipped her off I would have but even that small amount of movement was to painful.

I wanted this woman gone, I didnt care who she claimed to be. I didnt remember my mother, she had left before I was two years old according to my father, anything that she left behind had been destroyed so I didnt even know what she looked like. There had been no trace of her left in the house. I slowly moved my good arm over to the bed railing and tapped the nurse call button. A few minutes later a nurse walked in followed by the doctor.

mother further away me. She quietly began taking my vitals, and

r*bs are badly broken, and you are lucky they did not puncture your lungs, Several others have small fractures or brusies."

we will have a better idea of what needs

my mother said pushing her

this whole ordeal has been, I have had to cancle all of my appointments

to the doctor, a small smile appeared on his face and he rolled

Mrs. Peters, as I have told you already,

snapped, "if she has to live with

broken arm, a broken nose, and concussion, that caused a loss of

the corner of the room,

to sit here all day and cancle my hair appointment for nothing. Do you know how long it takes to get an appointment with Andrew? Its a three month wait, and I had to miss it. Now my hair wont be done the way I wanted for the campain dinner tonight." She sniffled patheticly into the phone. "I only have four hours to get ready and now I will have to do my own hair." She continued to sniffle into the