My Child.

My little girl is twenty six. I had to pick her up again from the hospital today. She cut her wrists this time. She has done it so many times she had to cut through the thick white scars. She was raped this month I have been told. She won't talk to me about it. All she will say is he is a bad guy. She was in ICU two months ago for about a week. The nephrologist talked to me about putting a catheter in her jugular vein for dialysis. Thankfully the aspirin level went down and they didn't have to do that. A year ago they flew her to the big hospital sixty miles away. She fractured her skull in two places and had an open fracture of the tibula and fibula. She had to have three surgeries to cover the bone. She can't run or wear high heels anymore. I remember thinking when did she die her hair auburn? My mind wouldn't let me see that it was blood for a few days. I dread the call from my twenty four son asking me to help him with her. I made the mistake of taking my two teenage daughters with me one night. They took my son's children and hid in the bathroom. My son and I tried to keep her safe. She throws herself down the stairs and hits her head against the wall anything she can do to hurt herself she will. Sometimes we hurt her by holding her down. She always tries to break free into the kitchen where the knives are locked into a drawer. She broke off the lock one time and cut her wrist before we could stop her. I had to take her to the hospital for stitches that night also. I beg her not to drink but she says she will be fine.