(Esmee) Shouthing down the shouting (mi's side)

Shouting down the shouting

“My door, My daughter!” my mother yelled stumbling over her own feet as she took two steps back away from the bathroom and into the hall way. For her I was replaying her worse nightmares, she thought all this was over when she prised my fingers off of hers at the door to apple gate unit. All those years ago. Dr. Summers had promised her a cure to my taboo behaviour and she accepted this as fact; blinded by all the fancy letters after his name.

“I’ll… I’ll call an ambulance.”

“No!” Emmet and my self shouted simultaneously, so loudly it made my mum stumble again.

“What do you mean no? Are you both insane? Look at the blood! I don’t care what you idiots say I am calling, my daughter isn’t bleeding to death on my bathroom floor.” I my mum argued puffing her self up to her full height before stumbling towards her bedroom to get the phone.

“Liz, stop,” Emmet yelled running after my mother an grabbing hold of her before she could get to her room.
“Young man, I don’t know what the hell has got into you but you must let me go this instant!”
“I can’t do that!”
“I thought you loved my daughter!”
“I do love her, why do you think I am doing this!”
“She is bleeding to death Emmet, she needs and ambulance!”
“She is not bleeding to death Liz. If she was you would have to beat me to the fucking phone, now calm the hell down and let me sought her out!”
“She’s my daughter!”
“She’s my universe!”

I tried to stop it but I could not and before I new it I opened my mouth and screamed at the top of my lungs. The crying wasn’t enough, and all the blood in the world could not of stopped the shouting that rang through my ears as they argued so I did the only thing I could. I shouted louder then all of them.