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 Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 2:02 am
Kris sighed and closed his eyes then he slowly faded away.
Kris was back in his room, lying on his bed with his clothes still on. The many graphic novels scattered on the bed sheets. A breeze from the box fan in the corner played with his long hair. Kris sighed and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the head board. He looked at the soft pack and then turned it to the right in his hand and then smacked the top, sending the top most cigarette out the foil top. Kris moved his mouth down and caught the filter tip in his mouth as he pulled it out. Digging in his pocket for his lighter he realized it was not there. He rolled over, muttering a few swear words as he picked up the book of matches. He bent the cover back and bent the match over and then around the back. After placing the tip on the striker he folded the cover over. He then flicked the match and it lit. After lighting the cigarette he rolled back over. At this point he did not care if his mother walked in on him. It was her fault that he was the way that he was.
Kris sat up and tucked his legs in. He leaned forward as he took a drag and flicked ash into the ashtray that was on the side of his bed. He grabbed the nearest novel and began to sift through it. After finding the $50 bill that he forgot that he placed in the book he smirked. 'That's where you went.' He smirked and then went back to finding the section that he liked to read.
What seemed like two hours passed.
Kris suddenly leapt to his feet as he read a text message from his mother. "Hey Kris. I am at the hospital... Genie has been in a terrible accident... please, get here as fast as you can." Kris stared at his phone and read it over and over again. His heart leapt out and he raced out of the room and down the stairs. He grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter and raced out the door. He ran down the street to his car. He jammed the key into the car door and flung the door open. Kris sat down in the drivers seat and mashed the clutch in as he started the car.
Ignoring the traffic laws and the speed limits Kris sped all the way to the hospital. Parking the car he ran as fast as he could to the ER entrance. He ran to the counter and then as steady as he could "Genie Mortenson. Where is she?!" The nurse looked at him and then glanced at the white board in the wall behind him. "She is in room E183. Care..." She was cut off as Kris darted down the hall toward her room. Kris stopped infront of her room. He stopped and peered in through the glass.
There was his sister on the bed, IVs hooked up to her veins, a bag of clear fluid hanging on a drip rack. Her face was bandaged, along with most of her chest and legs. Kris swallowed and opened the door slowly and stepped in. Kris' mother, a short stocky woman sat at the bedside, her hands placed on the exposed hand of Genie. Tears ran down her face as she inhaled sharply three times before looking at Kris. Her usually blue eyes were a slate grey as the tears ducts filled with more tears. she blinked and the the water flowed.
"Mom... I'm sorry. I got here as fast as I could." Kris said, not looking at his sister. It hurt too much to look at her.
"I... I don't know what to say. You were supposed to be watching her. Now she is in here, in critical condition. How are you going to explain that?!" There were knives in her words. "I can't believe that you would let your sister leave. She's 13 for ******** sake!" He looked away from Kris and back to Genie.
"Mother... I thought she was in the house, honest."
"She was in the worst part of town. I am glad that she had her ID on her. Who knows what would have happened if she didn't take it." Her head whipped around and she was out of the chair and in Kris' face. She was six inches shorted then Kris, her head came up to his chin. She hit Kris in the chest with a closed fist. Her eyes had a fury in them that Kris had never seen in his 22 years on this earth. It truly scared him. He didn't flinch when she struck him.
"Mother... Please, let me see her." The sincerity in his voice was heartfelt.
"No. You get out of here before I do something I will regret." She shouted in his face. She was a different woman, an angry and terrified woman, a change from the calm, warm mother. "You are lucky that your father is not here, he would probably kill you."
Kris looked at his mother, the understanding flooding over him. He would have to leave, let her collect herself. Kris backed up slowly and placed his hand on the door knob. Before he could turn it, his mother was on him again, this time, she smacked him across the face with an open palm. "I don't want to see you around here. If you do, I will have you arrested."
"... I understand." Kris said in shock, he turned the knob and left the room.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:08 pm
Interesting, though how a thirteen year old could get injured that badly I'm not clear on. By the way, in the worst part of town would she really have been found and brought to a hospital? This must be a really good town for that to be the worst part...
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:58 pm
Writingpen Interesting, though how a thirteen year old could get injured that badly I'm not clear on. By the way, in the worst part of town would she really have been found and brought to a hospital? This must be a really good town for that to be the worst part... heh, I am not sure if I can post the other chapter here. Chapter 2 is very graphic in how I explain what happened to her. I'll keep it at she had multiple people force themselves on her.
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