We came to the hospital where we stopped in the light. He asked to see my side, but I shook my head with a no. A single tear came down the side of my face and dripped off my nose as I saw my hero get out of the cop car ahead of us in cuffs. His head lowered with tears rolling down his face. He wouldn’t look my way, he seemed too ashamed of what he had become.
As we entered through the automatic door that swung open, my eyes were filled with the pain that others here had suffered as well. It then hit me that I was going to be alone. I had no mother, and my father was none to be no more. I walked beside the officer with my head lowered and watching the tiles on the floor fly by.
We reached the room where I was to be examined for any broken bones. I had forgotten about all the pain that had once infested my ribs. The officers hand fell upon my shoulder to show me that he cared. I moved away to avoid that feeling. I sat alone on the bench and stood alone in life. My mind drifted and wondered where and what happened to my hero of a father.
I attempted to ask the officer, but as I searched for words the doctor walked in. He took a glance at me, and my head automatically looked at the floor. I was ashamed of everything that had happened. Not happened today, but all of my life.