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I regained consciousness and I knew exactly where I was: the hospital. It wasn't much of a surprise. When I finally opened up my eyes, the room was bright but my eyes slowly adjusted and I saw the same police offer who had spoken to me how ever long ago, sitting down in a chair and filling out what seemed to be paperwork. He looked up when I groaned loudly, feeling pain shooting up my sides.

"How ya feel kid?" He asked, clicking his pen. I took a deep slow breath.

"Like a million bucks." I mumbled slowly, looking around the room. The man rolled his eyes and chuckled before becoming all serious.

"I'm required to fill out a report and ask questions about this incident and you have to swear that you'll tell the truth about it, and nothing but the truth too." He said, I nodded and struggled to sit up.

"How long has this abuse from your father been going on?" Was the first question.

"Ever since my mom left us, which was several years ago." I answered. I was ten at the time, now fifteen.

"We found alcoholic beverage bottles all around the house, how much did your father drink?"

"I can't remember a time where he wasn't drunk."

"Did he hit you when he was intoxicated?"

"Mostly. Sometimes he didn't have to be and he'd hit me."

The questions kept coming and going and I'd answer them truthfully as asked. Eventually, after an hour, the officer was done and stood up, thanking me and saying he was going to tell the doctors I was awake. Soon after he left, the doctor came in and began to explain things to me, like how I had be hooked up to an oxygen machine for a couple of hours after I blacked out because oxygen wasn't properly getting to my lungs, he explained how at first they thought my lungs were failing but eventually things worked out and I was able to breathe on my own. Finally he began to explain about my ribs and any other bones they might have thought were broken, but they were just bruised and should be iced down to lower swelling. Afterward, the doctor left out and I was on my own, hearing the busy street below and people talking and walking past my room.

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After several hours of sitting up in my bed, wanting to throw the remote at the t.v. because of the stupid local cable, the door opened and the same officer, of whose name I have yet to learn, walked in with a bag McDonald's and two drinks in his hands.

"You hungry kid?" He asked, I gave a jerky nod, sitting up more in the bed. He smiled at me, pushing the table closer to me and sat the bag down, opening it up and pulling out chicken nuggets, along with French fries from the bag and placing them down. I took the time to glance at his name badge, seeing the letter printed in black on a golden plate: Sgt. McKinnon. "Talked to the doctor, said you could eat this but could only drink Sprite or water," he said, I nodded and thanked him, opening up the box and eating the food. I was hungry, really hungry and thankful that this nice man brought me food that wasn't from a hospital vending machine.

After several minutes in silence at stupid kid shows playing, Sergeant McKinnon spoke.

"I turned in my report to the chief of police a little while ago," he said, sipping on his drink. "The file was quickly placed into a court case and you have been requested to show up for a testifying early in the morning tomorrow," he continued. "Afterwards you'll be staying in holding cell until we can contact the orphanage and social worker and send in your file."

"Holding cell?" I asked, confused as to why I'd be in there.

"There's no one in there, we can't just let you stay on the streets or back at your home, we've tried to contact family members but as sad as it is to say, none will accept. Your mother's not picking up and the police department where she lives can't get to her." He explained. I sighed.

"So, because of me not being able to have any family who are willing to take me...I have to go to an orphanage?" I questioned, Sergeant McKinnon gave a slow, sad nod.

"I'm really sorry, kid, but being in an orphanage raises your chances of being in a better home and getting to have the chance of a new, fresh start of a life." He said, I didn't say anything, there wasn't much that I could say.

After a long time of me sitting there in bed, sulking and wishing that none of this had happened, Sergeant McKinnon left, saying how he had to head back to the department to finish up the report. I had curled up under the covers, willing myself to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was scared. I was terrified and I wanted to not be here.

A fifteen year old kid who had an abusive father who is now, hopefully, in jail, is now alone with a mother who isn't answering to any calls and family members who don't want him. What a great family I have. Aren't families supposed to stick with each other, no matter what? Or did I have all of that wrong and everything I was told when I was younger was all just a lie?

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Doctors walked in and out of my room, checking up on me, most of them seemed sympathetic, but I could careless at this point. I just wanted to be home, even if I wasn't wanted and it was no longer there, I'd rather be somewhere than stuck in this stupid hospital when nothing is no longer wrong with me.

"We feeling okay?" Dr. Way asked, coming into my room with a smile on his face.

"I'm doing fine." I muttered. Dr. Way just smiled at me, removing his stethoscope from around his neck and walking over. He motioned for me to sit up, which honestly I didn't want to do, but I did anyways. I sat up and did as he asked as he checked my heart beat and lungs.

"You're still doing good, you'll be out by tomorrow," he said, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded and laid back down, watching as he left out and closed the door. Tomorrow I'm released and I have to go to court, joy.

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So, a heads up about what's all going to happen. I may get some things wrong about the orphanage and the entire thing about court, but I do know just a little of something and I'm really basing it off of that, hoping that it's good and right, so yeah c: an update

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