You'll be okay

I looked around me, but the only person in the room was my dad. His head was leaned up against the wall, and he had a blanket wrapped around him. He'd been sleeping there all night.
I took the empty bottle next to me and threw it at his face. He jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked at me. "Why did you do it, Delilah? I've told you a million times to never cut yourself. Do you want to end up like me with all these scars you can never get rid of?" He sighed and leaned back in the chair. I could tell he was frustrated with me. "I'm sorry daddy.", I said. He just glanced at me for two seconds and then got up. "I'm going to the vending machine. Do you want anything?", he asked. "No, thank you.", I replied. He left the room and my uncle Jaime walked in. "Hey there, love. We've been waiting for you to wake up.", he said. "My dad is upset with me.", I said. "He's been acting like someone shoved a stick up his butt, so don't blame yourself for his attitude, okay?", he replied. I just nodded and laid back down. He walked up to me and put his hand over mine. "You'll be okay kid, I promise you that. If anything goes wrong when we go back home, just come to one of us about it, alright? We love you and we don't want you hurting yourself." Just then, my uncle Mike walked in and sat down next to Jaime. "Hey Delilah. How you feelin?", he asked. "I'm doing okay, I guess.", I replied.
A nurse walked in and started unwrapping the bandages. When I took a look at my wrists, there were stitches everywhere on my arms. "This actually happens a lot, you know. Some kid goes into panic mode and ends up slashing his or her wrists.", she said. My dad walked in and sat down. She continued with whatever she had to say. "I swear. Kids like you are just plain psycho.", she said. My dad bolted up from his chair. "My daughter is not psycho," he began. When someone insults me in front of him, it's like world war three. My father, at the age of thirty-two and only five foot four, can turn into one scary Mexican. "My daughter's situation is none of your concern." He started to get in her face and he began shouting out random things in Spanish. She finally left the room, and my uncle Tony walked in. My whole family was in the same room together at last. "What was that all about?", Tony asked. "Don't even get me started.", my dad replied.

Notes

Hello, my little lovelies! I hope you liked this chapter!