Home Sweet Home
After being poked and prodded, the nurse told me that there was going to be a police officer coming in to ask me some questions on what might have happened to me.
I don't want to talk to anybody because I just want this whole situation to go away...I know that the doctor instructed me not to take a shower alone and to call a nurse. But I don't feel comfortable taking a shower and somebody else is there.
In my hospital bed I look around to see if any of the two friends that I have was nice enough to bring me a change of clothes…?
'YES!' Looking on the couch made for visitors, I see my bookbag and another bag filled with clothes.
I get up to try and grab my clothes to take a shower when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in." Watching the door to see who comes in, the doctor pokes his head in and says
"Good morning ms. Carter, how are you feeling today?"
"I'm doing okay I guess… are you here to do more tests?"
"No, I am just here to talk to you about what's happened since you've arrived here at the hospital, if you're okay with that?"
"...Actually I'm not, so do you mind not telling me? I just want to get discharged and go home."
After leaving the hospital, I decided to catch the bus back home instead of calling a cab. I didn't want anyone to know that I was already discharged from the hospital. I didn't feel like being investigated about the incident between…. Yea I just didn't feel like talking. I just wanted to hurry up and pack my stuff and take the next flight to Japan.
It was now three o'clock in the afternoon and I just knew that Mya wasn't going to be at the house, because she should in class right now. It really doesn't give me enough time to pack up my things and leave. I just needed to get away from everything because staying here just wasn't an option anymore. Since Mya doesn't usually get home until five. That gives me less than an hour to get home and then thirty minutes to pack up my things and leave.
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Finally getting to my apartment after taking two buses to get here, I slowly unlock the door and peek my head in to make sure it wasn't one of those days that Mya decided to skip class. After entering the apartment and shutting the front door as quietly as possible, I tip toe to my bedroom. Making sure I didn't make a sound. Taking a deep breath I swung my bedroom door open making sure I didn't get any surprises…..and to my luck no one was here. I only have twenty five minutes to get what I need and get out of here.
I grabbed ten outfits, two of the outfits were comfortable clothes that I'd be able to wear when indoors. The other two outfits were clothes that I could wear outside or just anywhere. One outfit was just a dress because spring was approaching soon and then the rest of my clothes were professional outfits, that way when I get a job I can have more than just one outfit to wear to work.
After grabbing some clothes I instantly run to my closet to grab all of my important documents, I look inside to make sure that I have everything, birth certificate, check, social security card, check, and etc… Finally I finish packing and I get up to leave but I forgot I needed my toothbrush….."Forget it I can buy a new one."
Heading towards the door, I take one final look at the apartment thinking about all of the great memories that were made here….. Feeling something tickling my cheek I swipe at it. Feeling how wet my hand was I finally realized that I was crying.
"Am I doing the right thing?" Second guessing myself, hesitating to turn the knob to the front door and leave.....Forever?