I slowly walked down the wooden staircase that was draped across my dining room I just pictured deathly stares crossing the kitchen atmosphere and hoping the fight of the century was over. When I peaked around the corner, a sudden burst of energy hit me, the yelling started increasing as time went by. When I turned my back to leap back upstairs because I was startled by the scary voices I never wanted to know. I felt a huge splatter of something wet and cold fall on my back. I jumped back around and saw that a huge jug of my favorite pink lemonade my mom had made for my birthday was on the white carpeted floor, dead silence drifted throughout the house like someone had died.

“It’s time for a divorce.”  My mom said that.

My heart dropped and I plummeted to the ground, making a tiny crack in the, now pink, floor. A big bang followed after. I jumped back up, rubbed my eyes, which just spread my mascara around my face even more. I walked into the kitchen where my mom laid head down onto our kitchen table, drowning in her tears. I tip-toed down to our living room that was next to our kitchen, and in the corner of my eye I saw beam of light that poured in from the sliding door, my dad had left. I started to tip-toe once again and when I got to the foot of the stairs I started sprinting.

I slammed my bedroom door, and started dialing my best friend’s number, Emily Shaw. We talked for about an hour going back and forth between whose life sucks more. Her dads always gone and she wishes he was with her more often, I wish my dad was gone more often, so we would spend less time together.  After that conversation we just sat still listening to the static of the phone and each other breathe. It felt like we were reading each other's minds, we know each other so well we don’t need words to express our thoughts or feelings. We continued that silent conversation for 5 minutes. Until we decided we would meet at the park around 9:00 a.m. the next day and that our bodies need sleep, so we announced our goodbyes and hung up the phone.

The next morning my head felt like I had a hangover, but I know I didn’t. I slowly got up out of my, extremely warm, pink bed covers. That sucked. I was so comfortable and warm. I walked into my closet, picked out a pair of Hollister jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I got this outfit on and got 5$ out of my money stash in my air vent, for my a gas station breakfast and started traveling down stairs. When I got to the foot of the stairs, my nose started inhaling the smell of booze.

I continued walking to the bathroom, despite the smell that was drifting through my house. Brushed my teeth, my hair, and it was 8:37 a.m. I was walking to the living room, where the closet full of shoes were, and that’s when I saw my father and some old man lying on the couch and the floor. My dad was on the couch and he reeked of alcohol. His hair had knots here and there, and he definitely needed a haircut. My nose is still stained with that smell. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing the day before and he looked as if he was gonna have a terrible headache today.

His friend was draped across the carpet with crumbs covering his hair. I looked to my left and saw an empty bottle of my dads favorite drink, red rum. I looked to my right and my jaw burst open. My eyes fluttered with disappointment as I got a closer look at the clear little baggie of cocaine. An unexpected tear fell from my face to the floor. I turned around, thoughts crowded my brain, and I got my nike shoes on. Opened the sliding door and headed down the driveway.

It was a really good idea not to wear makeup because half way down the driveway, my face was as wet as Niagara falls. I tried to block the negative thoughts, but they just wouldn’t go away. The worst one was that my mom wasn’t at work, she was 5 feet under the ground in my backyard. I know that’s not true though, my mom always goes to work around midnight, and comes back at like 9:00 a.m.. I continued letting myself drown in thoughts.

I got halfway to the park and all these ambulances flew passed me, going about 100 mph on a 25 mph road. The police followed, going about 50 mph. I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut. I texted Emily, saying that I will be a few minutes late. I turned around and rocketed to the scene.

My mom’s red Malibu 2008, was in the middle of the road. I had no idea what was going on, as I got closer I saw my dad’s black chevy truck on the sidewalk steaming with gas. My heart was beating so fast it was gonna burst out of my chest. My eyes were bawling, my nose was dripping, my jaws wouldn’t touch together. I fell to the ground, my tears made a river, I was still on the sidewalk doing the same thing 5 minutes later. Until, I finally had the guts to get up and walk up to a policeman and say

“Those two people…” I continued to slur my words, “they’re my parents. I need your help, please’’ saying that was a lot harder than I intended.

He followed with the words “Ok, calm down. They’re ok. I’ll drive you to the hospital.” He was reassuring.
I nodded my head and we headed for the cop car.

He pulled up in the emergency area, and parked. My eyes were still raining. He opened the car door for me and walked me through a tunnel type thing, it turned out to be the entrance.

I had to sit in the waiting area for like two hours! The police came by and interrupted me in my thoughts. I peeked up from the darkness of my hair that fell across my face when I put my head down, they told me that social services were on their way and that I should be kind to him or her.

Whatever, I thought. They have no idea what I was going through, nobody did. I am an only child. When they arrived, I tried to just ignore the old lady, but she just wouldn't shut up!
I've seen Greys Anatomy, I know she’s just here for when my parents die or don't die.

I just wanted to shoot myself! I couldn't though, I didn't have a gun. My life is way worse than Emily's now. She was the last of my worries at this point in my life.

The hospital walls were white, everything was. It’s like there was not one sign of darkness in the room, nothing stood out. The room was pure white and delicate like a new blanket waiting to get stained. The silence of the walls began to process through the back of my mind, until I was interrupted by someones nasal voice.

"Are you hungry, thirsty, have to go to the bathroom at all?" She spit all over my face and she had an annoying lisp.
No, no, and no. I repeated what I had just thought in my mind a little nicer. I peered up again to recognize the social service woman’s face.

"Nope, but thanks." I lied, I've had to go to the bathroom for the past half an hour and I haven't eaten all day. But the doctors could come with an update anytime now.
My parents arent Gonna die, that can't happen to me. It’s impossible.

I decided to keep my head up in case the doctor came. My eyes couldn’t cry anymore, my body was empty on liquids and needed to regenerate more. I constantly studied at the faces around me and acknowledged that other people could die today, that made me feel a little better. I thought nobody felt my pain, parents dying or almost, but that wasn’t true. I watched the emergency area hoping a doctor would peer around the corner. I turned my head for a second, and then brought it back to it’s normal position facing towards the emergency room.Thats when I saw a small figure peer around the corner, just as I predicted.

The doctor walked over to me and took off his hat or whatever they wear on their heads during surgery. That made me nervous, what if he one of them died, and he was being respectful by taking off his hat, I wasn’t sure.

"The surgery was a success and you can see your father right now if you'd like." He joyfully stated. The social services woman agreed and attempted to take me to my father. Yeah, not happening. I couldn't face him! I will just see him later, I totally lied to myself.

"Im not leaving until I know my mom is ok!" I was proud of myself when I said that I sounded mature and "ok" with the situation nobody knows about that I am in.

I decided to go to the bathroom because, well I had to go for like an hour. The social services girl followed me into the bathroom, I hope she knows she isn't helping me at all, shes just invading my personal space. I felt a little better knowing I wouldn’t have to hold that in anymore.

When I got back to the waiting area, a tall man in all blue, was hovering over where I sat before I went to the bathroom. He was my mom’s doctor. "There was a little bit of a brain bleed, but we fixed it. Your mom suffered severe trauma to her legs and lower back, you might want to sit down for this one.” He paused for a second waiting for me to follow his command. “ We aren’t sure if your mom is ever gonna have full function in her legs again..." He continued with a lot of medical talk, but I think he realized after he concluded the fact my mom might not be able to walk ever again, I would've shut his voice out.

My eyes started to flutter with tears. Suddenly, I couldn’t see the pureness in the world, everything seemed as if I was in hell.
My mom doesn't deserve this! I started feeling tear drops falling in increasing speed, which was totally allowed in this situation, I let my tears fall while I continued to be devastated. The crying continued for about an hour, or two.

"WHY!" I shouted so loud the whole waiting area beamed their eyes toward my direction, I knew what they were thinking. The woman attempted to calm me down, but she knew I wasn’t gonna budge. She continuously reminded me that there was a 40% chance that she could still walk. I couldn’t say my opinion on that because it just devastated me even more, my mom was, most likely, probably, not, going to ever, walk again.

"Your mother is awake and she's asking for you." A manly voice declared. I peered up and a tall figure was in front of me, my mom’s doctor! I hugged him and praised him for his good deed. I asked for him to take me to her, room number 439 in the visiting area. When I got to the room, I just sat there at huge window that was really the door.

  I was in shock, she was all beat up and bruised. I felt so terrible, as if I had done this? I am so confused why would God do this to such an amazing person, to this day I am still confused. I noticed my mom was asleep when I opened the door. I decided to let her sleep and go visit my drug addicted father.

He was two doors down from my mom and I surprisingly opened the huge door right when I got there. He looked extremely worse than my mother. His leg was hanging up in the air, it was broken. His face had cuts and bruises just pulled on his face. I couldn't see the rest of him because of those blankets draped all over him.

I walked over to him thinking about if the doctors have figured out what he did the night before. My hands were shaking at this point and I was only at the foot of his bed. I gently and quietly pulled over one of the chairs that were sitting in the corner and I sat down. I just stared. Until, half an hour passed and I wanted to check on my mom. When I was passing in the hallway, I overheard some doctors that were right in front of my moms room,
"I don't think she’s gonna make it." A stupid confession because it wasn't true.

"Shh..." The other doctor sounded like he had a really bad lisp and just spit all over the window. "The kids here and her social services woman." He snuck a smile and looked down at me like I didn't just hear what they had just said. I wanted to make the social whatever take me to the bathroom so I could bawl my eyes out. I held back and decided to go see my mom, I miss my mom.

            She was about to wake up when I walked into her room. Anxiousness ran through my body, my mom has always been my best friend no matter what Emily says or does. I could see her eyes glance in my direction. I was getting a headache from that beep, beep of that machine doctors use. Anyway I saw a tear drop from her face with a blink of an eye when I hopped back around.

            I started to babble on and on about how I missed her so much and the fact that she should never leave me, how much I love her and it just goes on and on. I was rudely interrupted by a doctor that began with.

"Your father just had a heart attack and he is in very bad condition." He paused and began a moment later. "We, he doesn't have much time left." He looked down at me almost to see if I was still alive. I fell to the ground started pounding on the, now black, hospital floor and of course only thinking of the good times, not the bad times. 
           
              I was embarrassing myself, did they honestly think a twelve year old, hormonal twelve year old girl to take all this in because if they did, they’d would be wrong. I was totally exhausted from crying so much! I got up and tried to look mature which wasn't that easy. I walked to my dads room down the hall and swiped the tears off my face. I began walking into the room once again finding myself feeling terrible about what I had thought about my dad for so long, I didn't feel that way any more, I don't know why. I brought myself to say all things I told my mom, but in a different form.

“I love you,” and it goes on and on and on. But I couldn't face the fact my dad was laying in front of me half dead.

            I couldn't leave his bedside. “BEEP” I bounced up and out of my chair the nurse from across the hall came barging in and clicked a blue button above my dad,  my dad was dying I thought as doctors crowded the room. I  saw my dad have a seizure and that’s about when I let the social services woman hauled me out of my dads room. I was so hungry, but I wasn’t gonna eat now. I stood outside my dad’s room bawling. I didn't think I could say anything after I heard “Beep, call it, time of death 7:37 p.m..” I blinked in shock turned my back to all the doctors and attempted to hold back the tears, that didn't last very long. Ten seconds later I was on the floor bawling, kicking,and screaming, acting as if I was the one who should be in a hospital bed.

I peered up from the ground to see doctors running passed me and run into my moms room. Blue button. I raced them to my moms doors. I saw my mom standing in the middle of the room, my face had a huge smile draped on it. I shouted “MOM!” and ran toward her, I was only ten.