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If you want to read about my stupid, somewhat boring past, please, feel free to continue.
Just yesterday, with no warning whatsoever, I remembered an incident that took place, oh, about five or six years ago, making me nine or ten. I was living with my mother at the time and I believe we had recently returned from Arizona, where she took me away from my father as I recall. Valley City, North Dakota is where we lived. It was me, her, my toddler sister and my step father, Kevin. I won't go into a rant about Kevin or how frequently he and my mother would get into fights, but I felt unsafe living with them. I much rather preferred my single father, but saying that makes me feel sad. I loved my mother.
The night previous to the day of importance, my mother had taken some pills. Now, I'm not sure how she'd gotten them, but she had a bin full of all sorts of medication, and the pills that she took made her begin hallucinating. My mother was the only one home with us, my sister and I, and you can understand how I would feel extremely scared for all of us. I can remember two instances where she had done that exact thing before. This time we had Kevin who could help us out.
After much pleading I finally got my mom to call Kevin's work and ask him to come home. My mother at this time was acting much like a drunken person, or maybe a child, either way she was difficult to communicate with. I watched Winnie the Pooh and drew with my little sister as my mother lay in her bed, reading. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Kevin came home and I tried explaining what had happened the best I could.
What happened after that is a bit of a blur in my memory, strange how the mind works, but I believe Kevin spoke with my mother for a bit before taking the pills himself. At that point I'd lost all hope of my situation getting better. The 'adults' in house were laughing about nothing, were hardly responsive, would talk about things that they saw, and would say some things that made absolutely no sense at all. You may think that this is humorous but it's very scary when you're the oldest normal functioning one in the home and you're nine years old, and something to add onto that is that my mother and Kevin had a reputation of randomly getting angry. My mother was believed to be schizophrenic for a while, but she turned out to be bipolar.
Being only nine years old I and easily persuaded I did as my guardians said and I eventually took the pills. I was told to try reading myself asleep, so I grabbed the first Goosebumps book and began reading. Soon, I found myself unable to continue and I started laughing hysterically. I tossed aside my book and, well, I won't say everything that happened that night, but I saw many things that weren't there, and allot of it I can still recall.
The next morning, I awoke in my 'bed', a few blankets laid down in the corner of the living room (it was a small house and we didn't have much of money), not entirely sure of what had happened the previous night, but I didn't think about it long. That was before and a new day was started. That day seemed like any other, I woke up watched some TV and had some breakfast. The thing that made this day important occured while I was watching television. I looked up at the window for a moment and realized that my mouth was ajar, so I tried closing it. Not a big deal, right? Wrong.
I was unable to close my mouth, so after running to my mother and attempting to explain what was happening she rushed me to the hospital. And it only got worse from there.
I might write more later. I'm tired an' stuff.
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