The car veered from side to side as mother tried to steady her shaking arms. Tears streaked down her face and her beautiful blond hair was in a lumpy ponytail. All these factors seemed to only highlight the blue and black bruises running along her cheek bones. She had remained silent the entire time after she had woke me in the middle of the night to start packing. We were know both sitting in the car with the silence slowly suffocating the little happiness left in our life. Every so often she would glance at me and forced a fake smile on her face. They had always been fake for as long as I could remember. It all started going down hill when Daddy's business took off. Daddy was happy at first then he started working late, yelling at mommy, and treating us like another item on his busy schedule. I hated Daddy he always made Mommy died. As my mind finally grasped the idea that we never had to see Daddy again screeching noise and bright light brought me back to the cruel world. Mommy turned to me crying again and yelling my name before the world went black.

Slowly easing my eyes open I was greeted by a harsh white light and the mechanical beeping of some monitors. After the harsh light died down memories of the night before came rushing back to me. Lurching up into a sitting position I ignored the pain and protest coming from my body as my brown eyes hungrily took in the sterilized white room searching for any traces of mommy. Before I could cry out for her a man dressed in blue scrubs and a white coat entered the room with a somber look in his eyes. He checked the monitors and liquid tubes coming from my arms.

I turned my pleading eye to him "where is Mommy ,where is she, where is she!" as the man moved away my voice became louder and desperate. The same an checked on me every day and brought me food we never talked or mentioned my outburst the first day. A week later is when I first heard him speak to me" Your father shall be here shortly to pick you up." Any small hope that had filled my fragile heart died at this mans words. They were sending me back even though Mommy told me I would never have to see him again.

I wanted desperately for mother to walk in and promise me this man was lying. Instead a nurse walked in and helped me dress and prepared me for that mans arrival. For the next few hours every adult I spoke to would avoid my gaze and cast me pitiful glances every so often. I watched the sleek black limo of my fathers pull into the hospitals driveway. The nurse who had accompanied me down from my room helped me from my seat in the waiting room. She was a nicer older lady who was on the plumper side you could tell that at one point she had been a joyful old lady but years of working with death had drained her of joy. I liked her most of all the nurses because she was the only one I believed could know how I felt. Deep down in both of us one could tell we had given up. When

I was finally situated in the back of the car I let the tears out as my body shook wit the silent sobs that engulfed me. I continued on like this ignoring the drivers apologizes for my fathers absence. The drive was to quick for my likings. Quickly I scrubbed the tears from my face not wishing to feel weaker than necessary. The maids greeted me at the doors talking about trivial things like blooming flowers and the coming seasons they were all avoiding important topics. After being shepherd to my room I was left alone to be engulfed by the deafening silence that was called my life. Cautiously I slipped into the bed and finished off what was left of my tears feeling the resolution in my mind becoming finale. No matter what happened I would finish what my mother started and I would leave this place and never look back at this silent prison. Some day I will find a place to call home and people to love for me and mother.