The nurse came in and asked me if I wanted to see my mom. It took a minute to comprehend. MY mother was actually there to see me. Does this mean she actually cares about me? No, she couldn’t care about me. She never has. All that yelling and screaming and just letting dad hit me. I don’t get it. Why? Why is she here?

 “I’m just going to let her in” says the nurse impatiently. I try to hurry up and say no, but she’s already gone. A couple minutes later the nurse walks back into my room with my ‘mother’ following. As the nurse explains everything to her all I can do is stare. She’s acting so fake.

 The nurse is gone and my mother and I just sit in silence for what felt like forever.  Finally, I get the courage to say something,

 “Why are you even here? We both know you couldn’t care less if I was dead or alive. Oh wait, do you need me alive so you have someone to scream at? So dad can hit someone me instead of you? I don’t want you here anymore. I think you need to go.” Her eyes start to water,

 “Johnny, I do care about you. I know I’m hard on you most of the time and I’m sorry. If you make out of here alive, everything will change. I promise.” Did she just say if I make it out of here alive? Am I going to die?

 “You’re a lair. Nothing will change and even if it does I don’t want to ever see you again. I think you need to go now and-“ I stop because, I realize she’s not even listening. I stare at her with all the hatred I have towards her. And yell

 “GO AWAY. I DON’T WANT YOU HERE. I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.” The nurse comes running in and tells her that she needs to go. NOW and then everything goes black and I can’t hear anything but the sound of the nurse yelling for help.