A Hard Life - Mutter8 (best english novels for beginners txt) 📗

school nut case. One more thing for Clarissa to make fun of me about. I really wasn't looking forward to this.

Chapter Eight

When we got home my mom finally started talking. I had been wondering all the way here what Julie was wanting to talk to my mom about.
"Umm... Martha, I know you're not going to be happy about this but Julie thinks you need to go on some antideppressent medications."
"I knew it! MOM! There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just feeling kind of alone now and days."
"That's just the problem. You have an anti social disorder! I know you have friends and all but you block your self out from every one else. Your sister, me, even the woman who's trying to help you! Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?!? I'm not doing anything! You're the one who's been trying to turn me into some skanky super model! Maybe next time that's what I'll talk about. The fact that you're always trying to put me into dresses and put make up on me! I'm sure Julie would love to hear all about the fact than ever since Dad left you haven't been the same. Maybe that's why I've got that anti social disorder. Because he was the only one who understood me! Mom! I'm almost sixteen. Dad left three years ago. Why you're still going as 'Mrs.' baffles me! Maybe you should be the one on the anti deppresents!"
"Martha you know why I still go as Mrs. You know why your dad left too. He couldn't handle the fact that I am an independent woman who has a job."
"YEAH! Flaunting yourself in front of people! Mom it's demoralizing to woman to be up there in those outfits! We're not just property! We actually have a say in things now! I don't care what any one says! The world's changed. And woman are a part of it now."
"I know this Dear. But- I have to put food on the table. I have to pay the bills. Your sister is going to be leavig in a few months. What do you want me to do?"
"Any thing that would help this family without degrading woman's rights." With those last few words I stormed up the stairs.
I knew what I said had hurt my mom. And I knew that I would have to take those pills. Other wise I'd end up in the mental ward at the local hosital again. I didn't want any of those happening. I just knew that the next several weeks were going to be my own personal hell.

Chapter Nine

I woke up right before my alarm clock went off. Before it could even beep I turned it off. I hurriedly got changed and ran down stairs to eat breakfast. Today Stacey couldn't yell at me. I was wondering how she would react to me being down here. Suddenly I realized I could take the bus. I left a note, grabbed my stuff, and ran out the door and down to the bus stop. I had to wait a few minutes so I sat down on the bench and thought about the fight my mom and I had last night. I knew she would be getting my meds today. I knew that she would probably not talk to me for a while but I didn't care. I wasn't talking to her any time soon.
Suddenly the bus came up and opened up its doors. Me and the other kids that were there climbed on. I saw Ryan near the back of the bus with Jake. I went and sat down by them and they immediatly started questioning me about the therapist.
"It was horrible. I have to go again next week."
After a few minutes they quieted down and I told them about the fight me and my mom had. Their looks went from confused, to sympathetic, and back to confused.
"You had a fight with your mom about that again? What is that? The third time this month?" Jake asked.
"Yes. It's starting to really tick me off. Hopefully after yesterday she'll drop it for a while."
After I said that they started firing questions at me again. They were cut off by one of the girls on our bus screaming. I looked up to see that the bus driver hadn't been paying attention and had swerved into the other lane and we were heading straight for and eighteen wheeler. Jake and Ryan quickly grabbed me, pulled me over the seat, and into their laps. There we all held onto eachother desperately.
The next thing I knew I heard a horrible crunching sound as we collided with the semi truck and were pushed off the road. We started rolling down a grade and every one started bouncing all over the place. Jake came undone from our little group and started bouncing down the aisle. Ryan held fast to me and I was starting to thing the worst. We were all going to die. We were going to come to a stop, burst into flames, and die.
Suddenly we did come to a stop but we didn't burst into flames. Actually considering what had just happened the bus was in remarkable condition. The people on the bus was a completely different story though. Everyone was bloody and tangled together and hurt. Ryan and I stood up shakily and started looking for Jake. We found him twisted around a seat. From the look on his face told me he was gone.
Ryan turned me around and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry Mar. I know you loved him like a brother."
"I all ready miss him." at those words I broke down and started crying. And I wasn't the only one. Other kids were crying for fear of their friends, from pain, and pretty much just from the crash itsself.
As we were all standing there still in the bus we heard sirens in the distance. Suddenly the bus driver spoke up.
"All right every one! I want you all to get off the bus in an orderly fashion. Those of you who can help please do. If some one may have a back or neck injury do not move them! I repeat don't move any one if they might have a back or neck injury."
Ryan helped me off because I had gotten my ankle twisted around a seat and I was pretty sure it was broken. After sitting me down with everyone else he went to help more people. After almost every one was off the bus we all just sat there talking trying to comfort each other. Ryan was doing his best to comfort me but it wasn't doing much.
After sitting there for about ten more minutes the cops and paramedics showed up. Suddenly that's when the cops started firing questions at the bus driver. I only caught a couple of them and they weren't very nice so I just ignored them.
The paramedics took care of the more critical people first but someone got over to me pretty quick. I had zoned out and it was taking Ryan a little bit to get my attention.
"Mar? Mar. Martha!"
"Huh?!? What?"
"This paramedic wants to check out your head and your ankle."
"Oh okay. Here let me pull my pant leg up."
After looking at it for a couple minutes she asked me if I could move my ankle. I tried to move it but all I managed to do was bring more pain to myself.
"Well I think you may have broken it. What about your head? It's bleeding."
"I don't know. I think I might have a concussion. I boucned it off the floor pretty hard when we rolled down that grade."
"You're probably right. But we won't know much until we get to the hospital. Do you have something to call your parents or some one who can let your parents know? Or do you need to wait until we're at the hospital?"
"Ryan and I both need to waith till we're at the hospital." I said matter of factly. Neither of us had phones. Our parents wouldn't let us have them. It really sucked but I dealt with it.
"All right. That'll be the first thing you can do when you get to the hospital."
"Okay. Thank you very much."
After sitting there for awhile Ryan interrupted my thoughts.
"My mom is going to freak when she hears about this."
"I know. After having that fight with my mom I feel really bad. But things happen. Right?"
"I guess. Oh it looks like they're transporting. You want me to ride with you?"
"Please. I really don't like being alone at times like this."
"All right."
With that he helped me up and over to the ambulance. After a little bit of arguing the paramedics finally let him ride with me. They injected something into my arm for the pain but it did more then just kill the pain. It knocked me out. Because the next thing I knew I heard Ryan telling me everything was going to be okay and then nothing.

Chapter Ten

I woke up in a hospital room only to be met by my sister, mom, and Ryan. I was actually surprised that Stacey was here. She usually didn't have any sympathy for me but the look in her eyes told me she was genuinely worried.
"Hey guys. What time is it?" I said still groggy from the pain meds.
"It's a little after two. You hungry?" my mom said sounding grateful that I was awake.
"Yeah. What do they have here?"
"Well their food is suckish but there are some soda and candy machines right accross the hall."
"I'll take pepsi, two snickers, a cookie, and a bag of potato chips."
After I riddled off all of those my sister looked at me like I was insane.
"What? I only had a banana for breakfast and it's like two hours after my lunch. I'm really hungry."
"All right. I'll go get them." with that she walked out of the room.
"You okay Ryan?" I asked wondering about him and my ankle.
"Yeah. Just a couple scrapes and bruises. You have a broken ankle, concussion, and stitches across your forehead though." he said with a grimace on his face.
"UGGGHHHH! Why? Why did this have to happen to me today? I should have just woken up when Stacey got me up. Then this wouldn't have happened. And you and Jake. Wait! Is Jake okay?"
"He's in the ICU unit with a broken neck and he's in a coma. But they're keeping him as comfortable as possible. And there are doctors watching him twenty-four seven." my mom said sensing my worry.
"When can I go see him?" I asked antsily.
Ryan spoke up suddenly.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. You're all ready kind of unstable. Plus with your anti deppressants and therapy sessions you don't really have the mental stability for it. So probably not for a while."
"Here's your lunch!" my sister had just come back with my stuff.
"Thanks Sis."
"Whoa. Sis? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" Stacey said playfully.
"Umm Ryan can you and my sister go out for a little bit. I need to talk to my mom. Privately."
Ryan was the first to speak up.
"Yeah. Come on Stacey. We can go see how Jake's doing."
"All right. But I'm not going in that room. I can't stand the incessant beeping of all those machines."
After she said that I heard Ryan crack up laughing. Well at least those two were some what okay.
"So. What did you want to talk about?" my mom said interrupting my thoughts.
"Our fight.