I've been here for a day or so and already I just want to pack a bag and leave. To hell with home, high school or anything else just let me pack a bag and get the hell away from everyone. I think about where I would go or what I'd do. Maybe somewhere remote like Alaska or Maine, hell why not leave the country and just end up somewhere in Europe. I plan and plot till I fall asleep and wake up still stuck in bed only now there is a sun shining.
"Good Morning Mr. Donnelly," I hear the voice and look to see a female in a suit," My name is Detective Escalante, I was hoping I could ask you a few questions."
"Whatever, not like I can stop you," I remark, noting my position.
"Mr. Donnelly what were you doing in the alley off Westbrook and 43rd at five in the afternoon," the detective asks and I figure I'll tell her.
"I was walking to the bus stop," I reply and she grimaces a little at me.
"Mr. Donnelly, where were you before the bus stop," the detective asks.
"Someone was helping me with my education, I had just left their place," I keep some details to myself.
"Mr. Donnelly, do you remember anything about the attack? Do you have any information about the people who attacked you," she asks and I figure I can answer this question.
"Three people I think, Mexican by the amount of Spanish they spoke. The only one I could have gotten a good look at was the one that stabbed me but they had on a mask and a baseball cap," I tell her and she writes the information down.
"Have you ever been involved in any gang activity or had dealings with any gangs in the past," she asks and I chuckle.
"Aside from getting my ass kicked by the one at my school not really," I joke and she frowns.
"Mr. Donnelly we have no real information to go on other than your testimony and unfortunately there are no details other than basic forensics which shows you would not have been able to do this to yourself and that you attempted to protect yourself from your attackers. Are you leaving anything out of your statement," I think and one thing comes to me.
"The one that stabbed me, they used my phone to call 9-1-1," I tell her and she sighs loudly.
"Only your fingerprints were recovered from your phone. Unfortunately I was hoping you'd be able to give us something to work with in this investigation," she says before turning to leave.
"It doesn't matter, even if you do find them it won't do any good," I tell her, getting a confused look.
"What makes you say that," She asks and I return my gaze to the ceiling.
"Because you'll find out that I don't really matter and eventually the case will get put on the shelf and fade into the back of your mind with bad memories and broken dreams," I say wishing I could write that down.
I hear the detective leave and it sounds like she's speaking with someone outside my room for a moment before I get a doctor to come check in with me.
"Good afternoon Mr. Donnelly, are we feeling well enough for me to remove the restraints today," the Asian doctor asks and I shift a little.
"What does it matter, you and the nurse out there keep drugging me up so that I don't know what day it is," I state firmly.
"We sedated you so that you," he gets the words out but I cut him off.
"I wouldn't move and pop a stitch or hurt myself. I heard that before and still don't care. When can I be released," I ask and he frowns.
"Well we'd need to make sure you're out of the woods, your surgery is healing nicely," He checks the stab area under my gown," and most of the bruising has healed as well. That eye however is taking a little longer to heal."
I let him check me out and when he pulls the pad off my eye it's bright and feels gruesome but he smiles and replaces it.
"I'd say a couple more days and you'll be back home for bed rest and then back to school, it's been a tough two weeks," I hear the words and my machine begins to freak out.
"Two weeks? I've been here for two weeks," I begin to freak out," Let me out of here."
Yep the needle comes out but this time I'm not knocked out, I just feel really lazy and dopey. He is still talking to me about feelers and droppings. I don't know what it is he's actually saying but I stare out the window and see a tree, it's a pretty tree with browns and oranges. I like oranges, they're sweet and tangy. Tangy is a funny word, it should be a sound not a taste. I blink and realize the tree is still a tree but it's less colorful now and my face is being wiped by Mother since I've been drooling.
"They shouldn't be giving him anything hard, he's a very sensitive boy when it comes to medication," I hear her talking but it's not to me," the doctor said he started to lose control when he found out how long he's been here."
"I thought not seeing out of his eye or the cast would have done that," I hear a girl's voice, Abigail maybe," Mom when he comes around what do we do?"
"We love him like we always have only we do better, I do better," she says and I gurgle something.
I get up a little and can move my arms around, no restraints. Mom and Abigail are hovering around when I finally get the full range of my senses.
"Go away," I get the words out as calmly as I can.
"Guy I know what's been happening, I know what Bethany did and we're all sorry," Mom says and I shake my head.
"And that matters? I don't care, I don't care about what she did and I don't care about how sorry you are. Just leave me alone," I tell them but like everything else they don't listen.
"Guy I'm sorry, I should have done something or said something. I should have been better at something towards you. My only excuse is that Beth is my twin but I should have told them what happened years ago," Abigail starts and I stop her.
"I really don't care, can't you understand that. I don't care that you and your family didn't want me. I don't care that my mother sat around and let you and your family do whatever you wanted to me and turned a blind eye, I've been in her blind spot since I was born," I get the words out and Mom is quick to say something.
"You are my son I have always loved you and wanted only the best for you," Mom gets the words out and I decide to end the conversation.