As it turns out I have a fracture in my neck. The room still dark with periodic streams of light.
I hear the voices saying things like, She may not walk, she may not remember. She will have to go to a rehab center.
My only thought, I don't need rehab, I don't have a drug problem.
The light gets brighter and I open my eyes to see a lady by me, saying my name.
Who is this lady?
Then I fall asleep, next when I wake up I am alone. I have no idea where I am or why I am here. Then I remember the word "rehab". Am I in rehab?
Soon a nurse and Dr come in, I regonize them by there clothing.
They start to ask me a lot of questions, and all to fast I might add, each question is harder.
Then they ask me, "Do you know where you are, Do you know why you're here?"
My answer brings some laughter. "I'm in rehab, right. Rehab?"
They tell me I fell at the lake, off the dock, hitting my head.
All I can think is what dock, what lake, and who brought me here.
After a few days and more of these half understood conversations I realize if I don't start moving, I will be leaving this hospital and going to rehab.
I didn't want my Mom to think of me as needing rehab, so I started moving.
Often to fast because the nurses kept telling me to slow down.
I was a teenager, it was my job not to listen. I moved faster and fell a couple times injuring my wrist.
I was determined I wasnt going to go to rehab.
Soon I would hear the Dr.s talking outside my door. "She can be released tomorrow, she can go back to the group home".
Then my thoughts became clear, I was living in a group home. My Mom was out of state. I was alone.
I would be released, Faith would take me "home" to Friendship house.
Happy to see the blue sky. I spent the next few days reading. Watching the other girls come and go on field trips. I sat alone.
Soon school would start. I was beginning the 9th grade.
