1 Does this get better ?

Walking home from school was the only thing to keep me from going insane. It wasn't just the walk itself it was everything else I did. Walking down the sidewalk with a half of cigarette hanging out of my mouth and flipping through my phone. "What in the hell is that coming out of your mouth!?" exclaimed my mother as she pulled up next to me. Tossing the cigarette out into the nearby bushes, "Nothing mom, don't worry about it."

"Come on and get in the car, I'm taking you home now." That was one of the longest drives home, the waiting of my mother getting furious with me over a cigarette. To be fair I'm only 17 and smoking it's great for my lungs since I still struggle with asthma.

"Just head to your room and do your homework, this will stay between us OK?" I nodded. To my little corner of the universe, covered in mismatched posters, cork boards of some art I've done and so on. A couple hours later I woke up to the sound of slamming and glass breaking. Still being half asleep I rush out of my room to see what's going on. "Great, he is home." I mumble to myself. "What did you say fucking bitch?!" "Nothing, I'm just waking up from a nap." After he lets go of my mother's throat he heads straight for me. Getting body slammed into the wall and having broken glass from the picture frame hitting the back of my head stung like hell. All I can hear is my mother yelling to have him let go of me.

Rubbing my eyes after what seems like a rough night's sleep, I hear my mother crying. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I didn't think that he would go after you." I reach for my neck wondering why it's hard for me to find the words. My mother reaches for my hand "No please, the doctor said to talk it easy for the next couple weeks. No talking and getting plenty of rest." I start gesturing my hand to write something, my mother hands me a pen and notepad from her purse. "What happened mom? Why can't I talk? Where am I?" Reading those questions seemed to make her cry more. "He choked you until you fell to the ground. I tried getting him off of you." By this time I look over and the doctor is coming in. "Hello there, I'm your daughter's doctor. She has serious damage done to her vocal cords but she will make a full recovery within two weeks." "That's wonderful to hear! How long will she stay in the hospital?" my mother asks as she is still whipping away her tears from before. "Just for another day or two. Since she is under eighteen we will need social services involved." "I had nothing to do with this doctor! There's no need to call CPS." I looked at my mother and nodded to her, trying to smile through the pain.

Going back to school with bandages around my neck wasn't the life of the party. People asking questions left and right, guessing it's a good thing I'm great at ignoring people. Wasn't too long until someone showed me that a website was made about me. "Attention Seeking Vampire" was the only time in my life that I cried in front of someone. I wrote out "Thank you." on the small notepad I carried around. She smiled back at me and wrote down "No one deserves to be treated like this. Also if you were a vampire that would be pretty cool." We both laughed.

Looking forward to the quiet walk home was the one thing on my mind, until I saw her. She was sitting at the edge of the bench reading, the look that she gave me when she saw me: priceless. "Hiya, I thought maybe we can walk home together. Get to know each other." as she smiled. I nodded. "That would be great. Thank you."

Today is the day, finally getting my bandages off. I've started to speak a little as in things like: Hi, Hello, No, Yes and so on. "Hello again. I see that you healed up quite nicely. Happy to say that you should be able to start speaking full sentences. You might get some discomfort, so I will give you some pain killers to help." I wrote on the small notepad "Thank you for everything." I turned to her, the girl who helped me get through this. When I look at her my world stops, she smiles back at me "I'm so happy for you." I grab her hands and say "No, thank you. Thank you for everything that you have done for me. You are the only person that saw me for me and I'm glad we met." She goes back in surprise. "You spoke." My head goes back in laughter "Yes, after we walked home everyday I practiced so I can tell you how I felt. Things got better because of you. So again thank you for being there for me."