''okay Mary I will, but I don't know when I can come back. you know my mother will be drunk ad is gonna ask me where I'm going. her husband will hurt me if I don't answer my drunken mother, or if he sees me try to sneak out.''

''I know baby girl but if you stay in that house you're going to keep cutting yourself. one day you wont be able to call 911.'' I nodded my head because I knew she was right.

''Violet if you still cut yourself when your out of that house and in mine, at least I will be able to help you. But you need to stop when you come with me.relapses happen but not even trying to stop will get you put under special 24 care in the suicide watch unit. you understand?" she raised an eyebrow.

"yes m'am." i replied honestly.

" Now get your rest, tomorrow your going to get your stuff." she let herself out of the room as I nodded my head while I drifted to sleep.

~

while i was dreaming a girl that looked identical to me told me;  'Get out of that house'.

It wasn't a surprise. I have been having this same dream since the first time I came to the hospital. this time it was different I saw her smiling. She had a teddy bear in her arms and was just smiling at me...

~

 3:00 a.m. 

Mary was still working because she works 12- 24 hour shifts with breaks of course, on the days I'm here.

I pressed the button to call the nurse so she came in. I told her;
"I think my parents went on their trip but they will be back by ten, so if you let me go now I can get my stuff and come back." i told her remembering the details of a conversation i over heard.

"are you positive? i cant afford for this to fail violet." worry was mary was putting out.

"yes i'm sure, i have to keep up with their schedule to survive." 

leaving the hospital it was cold and windy. to make the trip shorter i took an easy run to my parents home. When I got there I went through the window that I had left open in my room. No one was home.
I got the bags from my closet and filled them with the small amount i have of clothes, makeup and photos that I had. I grabbed my backpack half full of  shower stuff, and hair stuff. then grabbing my ipod stuffing it in my pocket, and putting the charger, my laptop, it's charger  in my duffel bag and went back through the window. after going through the near by neighborhood i made my way to the cross walk across from the hospital. 

In the hospital, I was walking towards the elevator when I saw my parents about to go in. I quickly duck back behind the corner. I knew my mom had probably gotten too drunk and had to get her stomach pumped, they were going to the third floor like always. So I took the stairs up to the floor Mary worked on which was the fourth floor.

I ran up the stairs and when I got to Mary I was panting and said;

"My..parents..are here!"

"shit. come on I just clocked out let's go." she pushed the back of my shoulder lightly as we rushed to get out of the building.

She grabbed her purse taking me down the stairs in the back, and got in her car. It was cold so she put the heater on for us. On the way to her house it started pouring rain.

"its going to be a 2 hour drive." Mary stated breaking the silence.

"you live far to come here everyday for work." i replied with raised eyebrows.

" yeah i do don't i. speaking of which, what are we going to do about school?"

"I don't want to go to school. Not yet, not until the whole thing about me is done and over." my chest tightened and my heart began to race.

"Well you cant stay out of school for long. they will call." as her words rolled off her tongue a pit formed deep in within my gut. 

"why cant i be home schooled or something?"

"because i don't have legal rights over you so i can not transfer you anywhere." i fell silent.

"i have my papers though. I've hidden them for such a long time in case i finally left." barley above a whisper i admit valuable information.

"it helps a bit but i still am not your legal guardian, they would need to sign adoption papers." a scene from 'Matilda' pops into my head giving me a partial idea. 

"how long can i stay here for then?" i ask not ready for the answer.

"i have note for up to 3 weeks." she tells me glancing as she drives. 

"what if i find a way to get those papers signed?" 

"then it'd be a miracle but it has to be their own writing." mary looks cautiously at me.