warsmith
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>The last words I may ever get to tell Dad were "I hate you."
>I've been alone in his hospital room for half an hour now.
>Mom and I have been here for at least three. We got here when it was still daylight out; sun's set since.
>It's quiet, except for the beep of his pulse on the monitor and the whining of other machinery.
>I hate hospitals.
>They smell weird.
>Smell fake, too sterile. It makes my scales itch.
>And now I'm here all by myself. Huddled up on this shitty couch for visitors that feels like its cushions are made of rocks.
>A Doctor asked Mom to come with him a little bit ago. She asked if I wanted to come with. I told her no.
>I wanted to be alone, so I said.
>I regret it now.
>I hate sitting in here with him.
>But he's not even here. He's unconscious. Bruised and broken up and ugly looking.
>Fucking Skinnie. Mom could have tanked a car crash, no sweat, no diff. But not you. You scaleless asshole, who infected me with your gross fucking human genes.
>...The car crash he got in because of me. Because I made him want to leave the house to clear his head.
>Retard.
>He should have just stayed home.
>He should have just left me alone and let me browse in peace.
>But no. He heard me talking shit with the bros on the 'cord and HAD to come into my room and start preaching his bullshit, like I haven't heard it a million times before.
>I can hear his stupid voice now.
>"Cynthia, why don't you call your sister and see how she's settling at college? Or see if Sera or Maria's around? You've been in here all day."
>And I told him to get out of my room, and that I didn't want to talk to those faggots anyways. Especially not Amber. Fuck her.
>"Don't talk about your sister like that. You know she misses you."
>Yeah, Dad. She's your favorite daughter, don't have to rub it in.
>"I didn't say that--"
>You don't have to. I can fucking tell. All you talk about is her.
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