I remember little of my time there.

Just screaming and kicking and fighting away from anyone who came close to me. I sat on the bed of my room looking out into the corridor, the corridor carpet was red so cleaners didn't have to clean the blood as often. The walls a pale beige. I sat on the torn bedsheets looking watching as nurses, doctors and cleaners rushed by my door never even glancing to me. I saw some other people start to shuffle the corridors now I looked to my Ballerina clock. It's visiting time.

I pulled my tattered jumpers arm down a little to hide my patient number from anyone who wanted to wonder past. I got my crayons and colouring sheets starting to make all the cute little animals have horrible injuries with blood sprayed across my page using a lot of my red crayon.

“Hello” a sweet young voice interrupted I looked up and a boy was stood in my door way peaking in my door his little clothes hung off him, he had shaggy blonde hair that was very messy so much he kept trying to fix it so he could see he smiled at me as he stood there, he looked younger then me but not a lot maybe a year or two.

“What?” I ask making him jump

“Your drawing is pretty” he smiles

“Mikey!” a voice screams from the corridor making him turn to look

“Ohh, Bye bye Pretty girl” he waved before running off down the corridor so I jumped off my bed and followed where it was he seemed to be going. He ran to a lady she seemed angry with him she hit his head as he arrived shoving him in line with a bunch of other people a doctor opened the little door for them and they all went in, I went close to the door an older man laid in the bed he looked out of his mind like he had no idea who any of them where they must have been visiting him​? So I returned to my room down the hall. I sat with my colouring for a while until I heard a lot of noise lots of screams and I spotted nurses and doctors running up and down the corridors maybe a nutter snapped.

I suddenly saw my door opened and that boy Mikey ran in again hiding behind the wall “what happened?” I asked not looking up from my colouring

“Daddy got angry” he answered

“What did he do?” I ask him noticing his panic and the rip and blood on his shirt

“something bad” he nodded

“Here” I say getting off my bed and getting a needle and thread I took his hand tugging him closer to sit on my floor starting to fix his shirt for him once I sewed it up I got one of my crayons colouring the blood a different colour till it looked a little better “Go find your mummy, she's properly looking for you” I tell him as the noise began to die down outside my door

“Thank you pretty girl” he smiles

“Marcy” I tell him

“Marcy” he smiles giving my cheek a kiss and running off out the room.

I heard a car stop outside so I went to my window looking out in curiously I saw an old beaten up car and that boy Mikey's mother sorting the rest of the family out into the car I sat watching a little I saw him walk out the hospital running and hugging his mothers leg she sighed tapping his head like you would to tease a little dog. She gave him a teddy bear from the back-seat and a little suitcase with some bright coloured trains on it from the boot of the car. He looked confused but his mother just got in the car. The car started up and began to pull off.

He began to cry and scream trying to run after the car holding his bear tightly trying to catch up to the speeding car but it turned out of the drive and onto the main roads he couldn't keep up with it.

She abandoned him.

I jumped down from my window going down the corridors and throwing open the door to the stair well running down all the little steps till I got to the ground floor and bolting like a little flash though reception and out the doors, I heard alarms starting to go off as I left the doors but I ignored them running down the little stone steps to where his suitcase was just as he wondered back wiping tears away

“why would mummy leave without me?” he asked between tears

“Same reason they all do” I answer “Because she's afraid of you”

“But I was a good boy she said so” He cried

“she lied” I tell him offering my arms and he hugged me tightly crying into my shoulder the staff saw us together and after giving him a couple minuets they took us back inside and fitted him with is own number.