5 Hell on Earth

Everyone was okay, apart from Bella's 2 broken fingers, brushes on everyone and my broken arm and leg everything else was okay and we could leave today.

She also told me to get as much rest as possible so that my leg and arm can heal without any problems, this means that I won't be able to go to school for a week.

She also told me that I should improve my diet, add more protein, sugar and a bunch of other things I did not bother listening to because I did not understand them. The doctor said she talked to my parents about it though so I have nothing to worry about.

I am glad that everyone is okay though.

The door to my holding room opens and in walks a nurse holding clothes in her hands, folded neatly, and put them near my feet. "These are your changing clothes, your parents will be waiting for you downstairs. Use the room over there..." She points at the door to my left. "... to change and when you are done you all can go home. Your medication was given to your father. He will tell you how and when to take it." She said and without a response from me she left the room.

Sighing softly I hopped off the bed and walked to the room I had to use to change into my clothes.

After getting dressed I walked out to find my parents and when I spotted them they were talking to the doctor. I approached them quietly so I won't interrupt their conversation.

"So this has been going on for a month. I advise that you take action now before it's too late." The doctor said as he gave me a side look making my mother turn to look at me.

She looked like she's sick, and has cuts on her arms and one on het upper hand.

"We will do so, doc. Thank you for the help." Father said as she turned to the main exit without looking at either my mother or me.

"Where is Charlie?" I asked softly as if afraid to be any louder.

"They are in the car, now stop dragging your feet and let's go. You have wasted my time enough with this nonsense, the bills won't pay themselves." My father said angrily. My face fell after hearing this, I always make him angry.

I should try harder not to make him upset.

Why can't I be like Bella or Charlie. They never make him angry, they are always on his lap. Never me.

Maybe if I get even higher grades and do real sports like Charlie and Bella, I should quit ballet. I am not even good at it anyway. Father says it is a waist of time, energy and money.

Maybe he is right. I should just quit and do softball or cricket. That would surely make him happy.

With my one crutch I managed to walk towards the parking lot without falling or losing my balance. Mom and dad were slowly walking behind me, maybe trying to assess my walking. As I reach the car I see Charlie through the window sitting in the back seat with Bella next to him. Seeing him made me feel better... at least he did not end up chasing with moms car (previous car).

I knocked on the window slightly and shortly after Bella looked up and a smile took over her face after seeing me. She opened the door for me and I sat next to her, making her sit in the middle of Charlie and I.

"How are you feeling, Cass? I'm do sorry for what happened." Bella said holding my good hand with her good hand.

"I am okay, Bella. The pain kills are really doing their job." I said giggling a little. After saying this her smile filtered a little.

"Well we are glad that you are okay now." Charlie said looking straight into my eyes, telling me that he was indeed glad that I was okay. Charlie managed to jump out of the car without damaging anything. He only got a cut and some bruises, he will be healed up in no time.

Bella on the other hand managed to break two of her fingers. I think they will heal faster than my leg or arm. I know they will. I do not know how I will manage with a broken arm and leg but I will figure it out.

"Everyone got their seat belts on?" Dad asked as he got into the car followed by mom. Mom looked a sad now, at least she is not the one driving right now.

Dad pulled out of the parking lot and drove home without another word said in the car.

This time, the was no sound, no speed or panic. Father drove slightly slowly and I was grateful for that. It made me feel assured that a repeat of the last time we were in a car will not happen.

Some time passed and we made it to the house without any further damage done.

"Okay you all can go and rest now. I will get dinner started and I will call you when I an done." Mom said weakly.

"Why don't you rest with us mama?" Charlie asked.

"I am not tired. I have rested enough already. Now go to your rooms and get some sleep." She said then walked out of the car and we followed her actions right after.

After entering the house I walked straight to my room and locked the door. Today I want to be alone with my thoughts. I do not understand how they could overlook what had happened the day we crashed. It is like they do not even care.

Am I missing something here?

How can they just pretend like there is no problem with mom. That she needs help.

She needs to explain her actions too because she has put our lives in danger. What can stop her from repeating those actions.

Maybe I am thinking too much about this. She will explain at some point and everything will be alright.

Back to the way things were.