We walk into the hospital and she holds me to her her side. I see a bunch of people.

"I want him to get a MRI now." My mom says to the doctor.

She gives him the info and stuff and I try to pull away but she slaps me. I glare at her and she glares at me.

I still can't believe she locked Ryan in the house without telling him what's going on.

"Alright then let's go." Said the doctor.

She pulls my red jacket sleeve and I try to pull away but she glares at me again.

"I drove for two hours, I'm not turning around till we find out the the hell is wrong with your head!" She yells and we go to the MRI machine room.

I go under the machine and stand still.

"Hmm interesting..." Said the doctor.

They pull me out. I stand in the other room and the doctor talks to my mom.
I walk around and look at all the buttons.

They open the door and my mom looks at me like I was a stranger. I look at her and look away. I feel her touch my shoulder.

"I'll leave you alone..." Said the doctor and he walked out.

"He said that you have a different brain tumor that they never found before." She says in a sad voice.

I stop breathing for a second, it hit me like a bullet.

A brain tumor.

They found a new brain tumor inside of me?

I turn around and look at her, she was crying. I start to cry too. I knew nothing was going to be the same for me, for the family.

"Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to treat you so badly! I'm sorry!" I cry and put my face on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry to!" She cry's and squeezes me.

After awhile the doctor comes in and calls for my mother.

Twenty five minutes later she comes in.

The doctor calls for me and tells my mom to go to the waiting room.

"We are going to check up on you. Ok? We might have to do some uncomfortable stuff but we're doctors so it's ok." He says with a smile.

"After all I'm a guy!" He scratches his head. He looked like he was in his twenty's.

They take me to a room and measure me and asks me some questions. Some were really personal and some were just for no reason at all.

I look down when they ask me a question, "have your parents been fighting at all?" I nod yes.

"A lot." I mumble.

"Ok."