Allegedly by Jackson Tiffany D

Author:Jackson, Tiffany D. [Jackson, Tiffany D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Mystery, Contemporary, Fiction, Realistic Fiction
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

chapter nine

When I turned old enough to be unrecognizable, I got my first period. I was in the library, chained to a metal seat with an encyclopedia, reading about Neptune and neurons when the pain first started. Cramps beating against my stomach with bats wrapped in barbed wire. I prayed whatever it was would kill me. But it kept going, for hours, until a CO came to bring me to my cell, and found me sitting in a pool of my own blood. This is the end, I’d thought, hoping I would bleed to death. I was ready to die, ready to see Alyssa again. Instead, they brought me to the nurse’s office and gave me a pack of itchy cotton pads. Nothing is more painful than believing you’re close to glory, only to find out you’re still in hell. It was the only time I’d ever thought about killing myself.

Until today.

“Mary! Are you deaf or something? Don’t you hear me calling you!”

Ms. Stein hovers over my bed, spit flying out her fat mouth as she screams in my face.

“I think she’s sick,” New Girl says softly.

“She ain’t sick. Mary! Get out this damn bed, what are you doing!”

I roll over and face the wall. She keeps on yelling, even pulls the sheets.

“Mary! You got to get to school. You’re gonna be late! Get the hell out this bed!”

She pokes my arm one, two, three times before I sit up and look at her. Her eyes widen like I was a dinosaur, ready to rip her to pieces. Because I really am ready to kill her if she touches me again. She backs away from my bed, bumping into New Girl’s.

“Fi . . . fine, Mary,” Ms. Stein says, while New Girl creeps away. “You sick? Alright. You can stay home, but just today.”

I stay in bed for four days straight, sleeping. Every time I wake up, I’m tired again. New Girl sneaks me food from dinner, wrapped in napkins. I find it on my bedside table in the middle of the night, pick at it a little, leaving most of it behind for the mice.

On therapy day, Ms. Veronica comes up and tries to talk to me. She snaps her fingers in my face and I ignore her. She and Ms. Stein go in the hallway to talk.

“I think she may be seriously depressed,” Ms. Veronica says, all worried. “What happened?”

“Nothing! She came home one day and was like this,” Ms. Stein shouts, aggravated. “Had to call the nursing home and tell them she’s sick. They’ve been looking for her.”

Ted’s been looking for me.

“We may need to have her evaluated,” Ms. Veronica says.

All they do is evaluate me. They’ve been evaluating me since the day Alyssa died.

“You, uh, think she’s having another episode or something?” Ms. Stein asks.

“I don’t know. I’m just making a suggestion.”

Episode? What is she talking about? I’m not Momma!

“Well, she has been talking to herself a lot more lately,” Ms. Stein says. “Not to any of us though.

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