I didn't know how to feel, the fact that I just got beaten by my step-sister boyfriend gang or the fact that they called my father dumb or both.
But I knew for sure that I was angry but not at anyone but at myself that I couldn't do anything about it.
I slowly opened my eyes as I looked around, I loved hospital rooms because I basically grew up here.
I spent most of my time here when my mom was sick and helped her as much I could.
As weird as it would sound it was one of the places with the most memories that I actually liked.
I turned to the side to see the nurse looking at me with shock.
I tried to say something, but I couldn't speak and felt my chest burning up as tears flowed down my eyes.
She walked up to me to wrap her arms around me as I cried, her warm smile comforted me.
After a few minutes of crying, my room was filled.
My dad, stepmom and sisters sat around my bed.
Guess I finally had one bad memory in a hospital.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me as he checked my vitals.
"Like I was out for a week" I said as I moved for him to check my pulse.
I hate the cold Stethoscope on my chest as he listened to my heartbeat.
"Because you were, please next time you want to fake something, please don't overdo it your father was worried" My stepmom said as she clicked her tongue and looked away.
"Benita can you excuse us?" My dad asked as she looked shocked because my dad has never defied her request before or challenged her.
And as much as I wanted to watch this I decided they were better outside as I nodded to my dad.
"Am sorry about that okay" He said in a sad tone as he took my hand and squeezed it as I screamed in pain
"Oh and that too" He said as he let go.
He got up to leave before turning around.
"I don't think this is the right time to tell you this, but I don't think there will be a better time okay" He said.
"Your uncle Bruce is dead" He said
Although he continued about him being involved in an accident, I didn't hear the details as I felt my world blank out.
My chest pounded as I felt pains along my ribs, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't as all my strength was gone.
I just turned to the other side of the bed as he patted my shoulder and walked out.
I guess I wasn't done crying.
It took until then the end of the month for me to get out of the hospital.
As I walked in the house, I could feel the cold hair on my body after all the warm breeze in my room in the hospital.
Finally, I was free.
I headed for my room as my dad followed me handing me a box at the doorway
"Two days after his death, this arrived in your name from him, I didn't open it" He said as I picked it up before walking into my room.
I headed to the bed and dropped the box there.
Likewise, I took out my phone to check for messages as usual I got none but my phone was packed with them.
Normally, I wasn't expecting any messages from anyone but I got curious and opened a few.
Rapist
I better not catch you at school
But I got one which was unusual.
It was from Uncle Bruce.
Brucey6000 make sure you open the box!
I felt my knees buckle up as I sat down on the bed before I fell on them.
But I was done crying, this was it.
I was going to change my life, I steadied my resolve as I pulled the box closer.
Getting up to take the box cutter and cutting it open the contents were rather small for a such a big box.
I pulled out what looked like glass cards about five of them with different colors from red to black and a letter.
"Man what are this? Old movies? But I don't have this kind of player hmm where Should I get one?" I asked myself.
At first, I thought about getting from Cassie as she was the tech kind, but I thought against it as I remember the look that she gave me.
So I decided to read the letter first.
>Hey kiddo, if you are reading this then it is safe, I hope you appreciate the early birthday gifts and use them wisely and find my phone<
It was a rather short letter, and he still didn't explain what was on the tapes, but I didn't bother asking myself questions because I knew uncle Bruce well and how much he liked making everything mysterious.
I took the pink tape as I climbed my bed, I studied it for a while as I saw a glowing pink heart drawing on the bottom of it.
"I hope he didn't send me his pornos" I said to myself.
As it had been a long day I could feel my eyes growing weak as I took off my jacket and held on to the tape still trying to find a name or something.
But soon I drifted away.
I could hear my alarm buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes, my jaw still hurt as I remember that I had to get braces for my teeth readjust today again and my community service started by midday.
The only problem was that I usually didn't feel so motivated to do anything but stay in bed and loam in self-pity, but I felt brand new like I was super confident about myself.
As I jumped out of bed the tape fell to the ground as I picked it up, but it was plain transparent glass and the glowing pink heart was let's say not glowing anymore.
"Oh fuck I broke it" I thought to myself.