Thursday 10th March 2016

Its late in the afternoon, the children are all waiting for food, the sun has been shining all day and I have been unable to enjoy it.

I had an incident with a friends kid a few days ago and instantly hated myself for confronting him. He's eleven years old and its coming up to the anniversary of his family fleeing Domestic Violence, but I was receiving messages from his mum saying that he was punching and kicking her and trying to kick his way through her bedroom door.

A screenshot of the conversation:

I will admit I overreacted - it isn't the first time she has mentioned to me that he has hurt her.

I went over and asked to see the bruises and she said that he didn't hit her that hard but I still got in his face and asked him (quite loudly)"is this what a big man does?,... hurting a woman?"  and even his mum said she was scared that I was going over the top - I will state now that I didn't touch him, I just got in his space and his face.

Well, lets just say that my interference has landed me in a pickle.  I am unable to talk to my friend for fear that she will judge me as a bad person.   I know that the next night she called the Police on him, I don't know what for or what occurred as I am frightened to contact her.  

I know that I was wrong to intrude that night but faced with the messages and the history of the family, I just wanted to protect my friend.

I guess I will sit with my hood over my head and my earphones on loud and hope that the holidays come quickly so that I don't keep bumping into memories twice a day at the school run.

The Effort of Trying to write a story

there was a shot
He looked towards the darkness of the woods and then down to his left arm.  The thick warm liquid, oozed between his fingers as they clutched tightly at the wound.  A searing pain the only thing that could register in his confused mind.

Voices in the darkness of his mind echoed like in a huge cavern, noises began to wash over him.  BEEP BEEP BEEP, high pitched and regular,  the first real noise that was familiar.  Clattering and chattering came into focus as he struggled to regain conciousness.  He tried to open his eyes but they felt like lead so he realised did his body.  In the dark gloom of his mind he remembered the burning pain that he had felt moments earlier but now this sensation had gone.  And so was everything else.  The darkness returned.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Again the familiar almost melodic sound of the heart rate monitor seeped into his cloudy brain.  He attempted to open his eyes.  A small slit of light penetrated the darkness and grew until it felt he would be blinded. "Mr Doe"  a woman's voice broke through his thoughts.  "Mr Doe, Can you hear me?"

"Doctor i think he is coming round again, im sure i saw his eyelids flicker".  A cold pressure on his chest and tingling on his palm brought the world blaring back to him.

"where am i?" He gasped as he attempted to move his hand to his face to remove whatever it was that was tickling his nostrils.  His arm disobeyed and stayed firmly by his side.

"Mr Doe, please don't attempt to move you were injured and lost a lot of blood."

"Injured?" his mind was starting to clear of the fog and he remembered the burning pain from his arm, but it wasn't there any more, nor did any of his other wounds register.  His twisted ankle, his bruised ribs, the black eye that had rattled his skull on application.  He attempted to open his lids again and this time the bright light subsided into a hazy mass of light, white and off blueish grey.  A head came into his eye line but the featured couldn't be recognised through blur.

"Mr Doe" A man's voice this time, " Mr Doe, how many fingers am I holding up?" A fuzzy hand waved across his view "four"

The young doctor hastily took out his pen, reached for the chart at the end of the bed and wrote down a note.  "Nurse, please can you inform Doctor Blake that his patient has awakened."  Returning the chart to the holder, he looked at the boy in front of him.  "Mr Doe, Jake, you had us worried.  You are at Chantry Hospital"

Jakes mind whirled.  "What happened to me?"
"I was about to ask you the same question"  The young doctor stepped aside as the owner of the voice, a large balding man in a white coat and mint scrubs bustled towards the bed.  " You were found unconscious near the A14 with multiple injuries"