Boo Thang

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Empress

The next morning i woke with a major headache and to my chest hurting

I sit up and look around seeing i was in a hospital room

The door opened and in walked a nurse

"Good morning sweetie happy to see you are awoke" she said

"How long was i sleep" i asked

"Three days" she said as she checked my vitals

"Are my parents here" i asked her

"Parents no, i was told that your parents were dead and a couple seen you lying on the side of the street" she said and i shook my head but went along with it

"Oh...yea" i said

"Look if you need some one to talk to I'm here OK you are only 17 and living on your own i know loosing your parents was hard but you are not alone" she said looking at me with sympathy

"Umm can i leave" i asked

"I'm afraid not sweet heart we have to call authority to come get you once you build up enough strength to go" she said

"Authority, what you mean authority " i said startled

"Authority as in CPS you are still a minor you are not old enough to be on your own so you will be in foster care until you are able to care for your self and you have a job she said

"Can i use your phone" i asked

She nodded and handed me her phone and i dialed my parents number to call them

"Who is this" my mom said

"Its empress um I'm in the hospital and they are going to send me to foster care if i don't have an adult to come and get me" i said as the nurse looked at me

"Let them take her ass she ain't good for shit and she ain't giving up nothing" i heard my dad yell in the background

I closed my eyes as tears ran down my face

"You heard him baby sorry " my mom said as she hung up the phone

I burst in to tears crying my heart out i couldn't take this

"Sweet heart are you o-" she started but i cut her off

"Can i be by myself for a while just ple-please leave" i said crying and she left out

i stood up and paced around crying as everything hit me at one time

I feel to the ground screaming as I pulled at my hair

I hated myself

Everything has always been hell for me even when I was little

Flashback

I was sitting in my moms lap as she combed through my long thick hair

"Mommy" I called looking up at her

"Yes baby" she asked

"Why do i look so dark if I'm mixed" I asked looking down at my hands as I played the hem of my shirt

"Because you are mixed with a different race" she said

"What's a race" I asked

"Its different types of ethnic groups like black people Mexicans white people stuff like that " she explained

" oh what am I mixed with" I asked

"You are mixed with black and Indian " she said

" then how come I'm darker then the other mixed girls" I asked