Also: I deal with traumatic events with humor so don’t take offence to me making fun of these very not funny situations.
Last Note: This story will contain gore, a crying 17 year old girl, & murder.
Time: 4:30pm. I was sleeping and I woke up for some reason and heard this crying/whimpering.
So of course I get up and walk to the bathroom, first I see my cat. She’s standing in front of the door and she looks scared.
Seriously that was my baby. I was confused and she looked at me and I swear she spoke telepathically or something because she seemed to say.
Mixie: “Mom, there’s something wrong with grandma.”
So anyway I open the door and hear this gurgling noise. I look behind the door and see my mother, mama, mommy, the woman who gave birth to me; lying with her face covered by her hair and it right next to the wall and her pj pants are pulled down and she’s convulsing.
I snap out of my shock and pick her up and I notice the gurgling noise was her; drowning in her own blood. When I picked her up there was a pool of blood near her face.
Now I don’t faint at the sight of blood but I admit I get a little ill at it.
So I’m like.
“M-M-Mom?” She looks at me and kinda wakes up and tells me; in the chilliest voice ever: “Hey, I think I had a seizure on the toilet.”
So I’m trying to make my brain process this and figure out what to do next. My mom tells me to get her a paper towel because her face is covered in blood. So I do and she starts to clean herself and I tell her I’m gonna call Gram and we’re getting her to the hospital.
My mom hates hospitals and is a big baby when it comes to pain so she of course argues with me and finally I give in and tell her we won’t go. The tissues is all bloody and I give her a wash cloth to clean her nose and when her face is clean of most of the blood I notice something; the cut wasn’t a bloody nose but a cut on top of her nose.
It looked like the ones boxers get when they get a good punch in the face. So again I stutter like an idiot and was like.
“M-M-Mom; we need to get you to the hospital; your nose has a cut on it…” Again we argue and she convinces me she doesn’t want to go so I agree again >.>
So I tell her to get out and she goes back to bed or something while I clean the bathroom which is… a blood bath not even kidding. There’s a pool of it on the ground, another on the rug, on the wall, and she knocked over the trash when she fell and there was blood all over it also.
So I’m cleaning it and I go to get the bleach so it doesn’t stain anything, when I go to the kitchen my mom stops me and is like.
“Hey you think this will heal on its own?” And she pushes up her nose and shows me it’s not a little cut like we thought but more like a freaking flesh wound!
If you seen Jeepers Creepers; you know the part where he smells people and his nose like opens on top; ya it looked like that but bloodier.
So now on the inside I’m like:
And on the outside I’m like:
Because seriously if you can remain calm after seeing that then you deserve a freaking Oscar!
So I tell her “Mom! We have to get you to the hospital!” And she finally agrees and goes to take a shower after I clean up the blood.
So I grab my phone and if the day couldn’t get any better Gram doesn’t answer! I call her like 10 times, leave texts, and a voicemail. I finally call my sister thinking she’s with her and I tell her I need Gram and I ask if she’s with her. She says no and I’m still freaking out and am like “If she doesn’t answer I think I have to call 911” and she was like.
And I explain the deal and she’s like “… I’mma try calling her just… don’t freak out.”
So anyway by the time my mom gets out of the shower my Gram finally calls back and heads home. We get to the E.R. but it’s too crowded so Gram and I have to stay in the waiting room and she had to go by herself.
While my mom was waiting to be called in she look at me and goes; "Did you wash you hands good after cleaning up my blood?" And then I remember something; I accidently cut the top of my finger this morning; my mom didn't know that and I didn't tell her because she didn't need more to worry about.
The reason she asked is because my mom has Hep C and it's kinda dangerous for her blood to be near an open wound of someone else. So yeah... that's also awesome//sarcasm
5 & A Half Hours Later My mom is released with 4 stitches… Oh and another thing my best friend called about an hour ago. Apparently a friend of ours just got arrested for strangling his mom to death… Yeah.
So we’re freaking out more because like… we have been alone with this man, friends with him, gotten into a car with him, Cina’s has been to his house!
So um... How was your day?
