I just didn't get why my mother was so happy. As for me I knew or thing for sure, there was no miracle that didn't happen for the past five years would happen now. I watched as she beamed from ear to ear all the way home, she was really starting to piss me off and all I want now is to get home go to my room, or rather get pushed to my room and placed on the bed and grab my laptop to search new ways of killing yourself without parents finung out.
I am just tired which I have been for the past five years. Before the accident I had friends or in better terms fake friends because none came to see me when I get into the accident. But no o blames them and I definitely don't, I wouldn't also want to be associated with a cripple who is deaf and dumb, not happening.
When we finally get home we walk in to find my father Aka Mr Johnson drinking, again! It's not that of a surprise. Ever since I got into the accident my father blames himself and the only way men can numb their pain is by drinking, right? Well I will I can be allowed to drink like him and numb my already numb nerves.my mother says something to my father which I guess is between the lines of 'i thought we talked about this' or ' stop drinking, at least Infront of our daughter ' whh causes my father to look at her then at me. Our eyes met and I can see tw guilt I have seen for the past five years. The first years when my father started drinking I tried to talk him out of it, write it out actually, by telling him it wasn't his fault, deep down I was blaming him as one of the reasons but he didn't have to know that. But after the second year, I tried to convince myself it wasn't hi fault so I could give him a peep talk but the truth is if he didn't send me that day we all wouldnt be here and I woul be enjoying my university life rather than being bound to a wheelchair for a time I didn't know how long.
The bottle beers spun th whole table but without uttering a word he continued sipping his alcohol. Sometime I pray he die due to the alcohol. Mama take care of me and alo has to tle care of him and work because h couldn't stay at his work anymore. After a whole thirty minutes o my mothers lips moving fast for my mind to read her lips which I presumed it was because he was arguing, she decided to take me to my room which had also been moved to the ground floor because it was 'convinient' in my kind of situation. Oohh I hated life to the maximum