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Who's That Girl? 3
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“Cherry?” Mrs. Dreeder said after I woke up.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I just don’t want you to be mad at me. I thought we could be friends.”
I had no idea why this woman of age would want a troubled teenage child as a friend. Personally, I didn’t care for Mrs. Dreeder. She seemed annoying and gossipy. From experience, I didn’t like those type of people, and they didn’t like me. But what the heck? Maybe she’d be different.
“It’s really okay Mrs. D. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t tell anyone. Okay?”
“Okay Cherry.”
I pressed the button for the nurse. I was in pain and I wanted a painkiller.
“Cherry, there’s a button for that you know.”
“Is there really?”
“Yes. Right here.” Mrs. Dreeder pointed towards the button. I pressed down on it a few times. It didn’t work. Maybe it took a long time.
“Yes?” The nurse said.
“Um, I haven’t eaten in nearly two days and I’m starving. Is there anyway I could get something to eat?” I lied.
“Oh yes. The doctor left a few snacks out for you for this occasion.” She brought in a bag of airline peanuts for me.
“Thank you.” I said.
“No problem.” She said and gave me a smile.
I decided maybe it was good to eat. I tried to open the bag, but I was so weak and drowsy. I guess the painkillers were working.
I woke up to find a small bowl of pea soup by my bed. There was a note from the doctor too.
You were sleeping. This is dinner. Don’t worry, it still tastes like crap cold.
-Doctor Penson
“Oh wow.” I said aloud.
Mrs. Dreeder made a grumbled moan. She was asleep. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was two fifteen. I ate the soup. Doctor Penson was right, it sucked. I looked at the needles in my arms and hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they could come out. A flash of light came through the window. I looked outside and saw the storm. I turned on my side and cuddled up in the blanket. I loved rainstorms. I watched the rainstorm until the sun came out, giving everything an orangy-pink-blueish-purple glow. I loved the early morning. It was my favorite part of the day. Everything is so beautiful and fresh. Mrs. Dreeder started snoring and ruined the early morning beauty. I tried to picture Mrs. Dreeder living with Bobby. He seemed the kind that wouldn’t be able to live with her. I giggled at the thought of Bobby trying to kill Mrs. Dreeder. My legs were numb. I wanted out. I saw Mrs. Dreeder’s file at the end of her bed.
Karma, karma.
I read her file.
Her name was Mary Elizabeth Dreeder. Forty-two years old, has been having strokes for the past six months. Her husband Consort died three years ago at the age of forty from a accident at his work. Mary Dreeder has still been grieving. I felt bad for the poor woman. Two miscarriages before Bobby and one after. Had a tumor when she was thirty-four. Had to go to a mental facility when she had her first miscarriage.
I felt symphony for the woman. She led a hard life. But there was one thing missing.
It never said who Bobby’s dad was. Mrs. Dreeder said Bobby lived with his dad until he was fifteen. Her husband died three years ago. Bobby’s twenty-one. I’ll ask her about it when she wakes up. I put the file back and decided to try to sleep again.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I just don’t want you to be mad at me. I thought we could be friends.”
I had no idea why this woman of age would want a troubled teenage child as a friend. Personally, I didn’t care for Mrs. Dreeder. She seemed annoying and gossipy. From experience, I didn’t like those type of people, and they didn’t like me. But what the heck? Maybe she’d be different.
“It’s really okay Mrs. D. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t tell anyone. Okay?”
“Okay Cherry.”
I pressed the button for the nurse. I was in pain and I wanted a painkiller.
“Cherry, there’s a button for that you know.”
“Is there really?”
“Yes. Right here.” Mrs. Dreeder pointed towards the button. I pressed down on it a few times. It didn’t work. Maybe it took a long time.
“Yes?” The nurse said.
“Um, I haven’t eaten in nearly two days and I’m starving. Is there anyway I could get something to eat?” I lied.
“Oh yes. The doctor left a few snacks out for you for this occasion.” She brought in a bag of airline peanuts for me.
“Thank you.” I said.
“No problem.” She said and gave me a smile.
I decided maybe it was good to eat. I tried to open the bag, but I was so weak and drowsy. I guess the painkillers were working.
I woke up to find a small bowl of pea soup by my bed. There was a note from the doctor too.
You were sleeping. This is dinner. Don’t worry, it still tastes like crap cold.
-Doctor Penson
“Oh wow.” I said aloud.
Mrs. Dreeder made a grumbled moan. She was asleep. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was two fifteen. I ate the soup. Doctor Penson was right, it sucked. I looked at the needles in my arms and hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they could come out. A flash of light came through the window. I looked outside and saw the storm. I turned on my side and cuddled up in the blanket. I loved rainstorms. I watched the rainstorm until the sun came out, giving everything an orangy-pink-blueish-purple glow. I loved the early morning. It was my favorite part of the day. Everything is so beautiful and fresh. Mrs. Dreeder started snoring and ruined the early morning beauty. I tried to picture Mrs. Dreeder living with Bobby. He seemed the kind that wouldn’t be able to live with her. I giggled at the thought of Bobby trying to kill Mrs. Dreeder. My legs were numb. I wanted out. I saw Mrs. Dreeder’s file at the end of her bed.
Karma, karma.
I read her file.
Her name was Mary Elizabeth Dreeder. Forty-two years old, has been having strokes for the past six months. Her husband Consort died three years ago at the age of forty from a accident at his work. Mary Dreeder has still been grieving. I felt bad for the poor woman. Two miscarriages before Bobby and one after. Had a tumor when she was thirty-four. Had to go to a mental facility when she had her first miscarriage.
I felt symphony for the woman. She led a hard life. But there was one thing missing.
It never said who Bobby’s dad was. Mrs. Dreeder said Bobby lived with his dad until he was fifteen. Her husband died three years ago. Bobby’s twenty-one. I’ll ask her about it when she wakes up. I put the file back and decided to try to sleep again.
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