On Her Wings: Transfer
On Her Wings
"Listen, I will pay you whatever amount of money you want! Just, find me a good psychiatrist. I don't care how much it costs!" She paused, chewing her lip as she listened to the man respond through the phone. "What? Look, she came home today completely covered in cuts, and blisters, and bleeding everywhere. She's been doing this since elementary school! I just want to know why she's so…I just want to know what the hell is wrong with her! It's as if she's…retarded!"
When I heard everything that my mother had told me, I felt as though someone was driving a knife into my gut. A retard. Was that all she thought of me? I remember feeling the anger that began to churn in my lower abdomen, and all I wanted to do was curl into some dark corner, and die.
"You will? Dr. What? Koufos? Yes, I'm writing it down, hold on." She paused as she yanked a pen miraculously from her pocket, and wrote it on her palm. "How long before there's a slot open?" She leaned