The feeling in the pit of my stomach wouldn't go away. What was it? I thought. what was going on tonight? I questioned myself I the dark room, in my cozy bed. School tomorrow... I wonder if you know who's going to be there? I thought trying to keep my head off the weird feeling. Maybe that's it! I'm just nervous to be going back to school. the music has long since stopped. It was just me and my thoughts in the dark room, laying in my cozy bed. just me and my thoughts.

I must've fallen asleep at some point, because my dad stood in my room, the lights on. Get your glasses on, he told me. I figured it was time for school. Man was I wrong. Your mom fell I need you to sit with her for a while, my dad said. I went downstairs groggily, it was around 11:50, guess it wasn't as late as I thought. I got into my parents' bathroom. My mom was there.

She was sitting on the ground holding a black towel to her face. Chris, I'm naked, she whispered to my father. It's okay honey, he replied. There was blood splattered on the floor. there was a small pool of it by the sink, some ran down the cabinet. It looked like a murder scene. I sat with my mother, doing my best to comfort her, and not throw up. Help me get my pants on, she said meekly. I picked up her black polka-dot pajama pants and helped her feet in pulling them up as far as they could go.

Can you get me one of your dads sweatshirts? she asked. Yeah just hang on it'll be okay, I replied. I got her one and she removed the towel while I carefully helped her put it on. After she sat back on the floor I took a rag and wet it. It was a good idea to keep my mind off of the scene around me. I took her arm gently and wiped the blood off of it and her hand, being sure to get between her fingers.

How bad is it? mom asked moving the towel again. The cut wasn't that long, about an inch i'd say. It was just about that deep too from what I saw.

I tried to ignore it as I helped her into bed and she pressed the towel back onto the wound. I can't go to school now, I thought sitting indian-style on the bed behind my mom. I put my hand on her arm comfortingly. After a long while, she stood up telling me she was going to put in her contacts. I didn't think it was a good idea but it was better than her glasses in case she fell again.

I took out a towel from the closet and put it on the floor over the blood. stepping on the towel, I got tissue and scrubbed at the blood on the counter, keeping my mind off the stickiness of my feet now that the blood was seeping through the towel.

After that, my dad called my grandmother he needed someone to watch the kids while he took my mom to the hospital in case they weren't home by the time school started. She was the only choice at midnight.

When dad got home and mom was in the living room, I let myself freak out a little bit. The tears came overwhelmingly quick. They pushed through without my permission. My knees gave out and I fell to the carpeted floor. I doubled over as the sobs wretched my body.

It's okay honey, my dad said coming into the room, a few stitches and momma will be all better.

Why us? I thought. Haven't we been through enough? All the problems with the triplets, 2 house fires, plenty of hospital visits, and seizers aren't enough? why this too? what did we do to deserve this overwhelming pain? The relentless, unneeded hurt? I just don't understand why we are being punished.

I helped mom into the car about an hour ago. It's 1:19 now. what do I do? how can I handle this? why can't we get a break?