I don't dream about my Dad often. In fact really rarely. But yesterday me and Mum were talking about him, and crying because there is a chance that we may have to move in the future because she won't be able to run our house. And yea, we both got upset. 

Then last night I dreamt of him. 

I was all alone in the house and he came in. Up to my room, and pushed me onto my bed, leaned over me and told me that I was wrong. He was shouting in my face, and screaming about how I was useless, and stupid. I pushed him off me and told him to get out of our house, my heart was beating really fast and I was scared shift. He then ran across the landing and into my brothers room, where he went through his closet, taking things that he wanted to remind him of Tim. I hit him and took the clothes off of him. Dad then pushed me out of his way, calling me stupid and worthless. I then grabbed my phone and called the police, as Dad left through the front door. All the time screaming at me. I then shouted at the top of my voice that he "sexually and mentally abused me" and had no right to come back to our home. The police said that they would be on the way. Dad then hit me for that comment saying that it was all lies, and that I had no right to be saying that. Because the police station is less than 5 minutes from ours they soon arrived, just as Dad was driving his car towards me, he trapped me up against our garage door, and crushed my legs. The police pulled him out of the car, and cuffed him, an ambulance was called for me. I was in shock and fainted as they removed me from behind the car. I was carried inside and placed down on the sofa. A police man named James stayed with me, while my family was called. At that point my Mum returned after walking Sandy and was informed of what had happened to me. She cried and gave me a massive hug, but I was barely with it. 

A few moments later, just after the ambulance arrived I woke up. 

It was one of the scariest dreams I have ever had, and one I don't want to suffer through again. 

And I am not talking metaphorically here. I am in pain. Serious physical pain. I have an extremely bad back ache, and neck ache and I don't know why. All I know is that I can't move without being in pain. Even sitting down hurts. And lying down. I can't do anything without hurting. I took a really long bath, but it didn't help. I've taken some tablets but they haven't kicked in yet. Which sucks, seeing as I HAVE to walk my dog later. That should be fun. Well, it is certainly going to be painful.

At least I am not in school till two, and hopefully my mum is gonna drop me off, so I wont be have to walk.

But by the looks of it I am spending the day in pain!! 

All I seem to be doing is school work, and there really doesn't seem to be an end to it. Just when I think I have finished, I get loads more. 

And so I'm sorry I haven't posted much, but thats the way it goes right? 

Yesterday I was working till gone 7, and I never do that. Evenings are my time. But not this week.

Yesterday was a bad day, in many ways. 

Firstly, I had to go into the sixth form for the morning, and that was hell from beginning to end. 

I went to the Admin desk, and had to pick up a form to apply to the Bursery for this year, I certainly hope I get it, because I do need the money. Anyway the Head of the new Year 12, last years Head of Year 13, asked to speak to me, and the PA for the Director said that there were only 2 subjects on my timetable; History and Geography A2. That confused me, because I said last year that I would be taking AS Sociology. The PA said she would put it on the timetable, providing it didn't clash. That worried me; I had made sure in May that it wouldn't. 

Then I had to speak to Mr H, because I was only doing 3 subjects and wouldn't be leaving at the end of the year with 3 A level equivalents. So I told him that I was planning to do A2 Sociology privately. This he didn't like, saying it wasn't correct, because it was showing favoritism, and a load of other crap. 

Well, anyway, I left telling the Director that I would be doing it, no matter what he said. Though I got so angry I could hit the guy. He was being really horrid, and telling me how he didn't think...bla bla bla...well what did it matter what he thought, it is up to me and my teacher right? 

So, I came home, and I was mad enough to spit feathers. I told my Mum, Nan and Grandad, and they were also angry about the whole thing, because I had been planning to do this since February, I know what I am doing. I am prepared for the extra work, and stress and everything, and I think that I can cope. 

My cousin rung up later, and I was speaking to her about the whole thing. Then I spoke to her Mum, because I have been having family problems, you see my Mum has got this boyfriend, which I was okay with, when he was treating her right. But he isn't any longer, and she is confused, and angry, and hurt, and simply doesn't know what to do. And I don't know what to say, because as a daughter I can see why she keeps holding out and hoping that things will get better, Because Dick hurt her, and Ric was so lovely to begin with, taking her out and buying her flowers, but now, she barely features in his life. Yet she won't let him go, but nor will she phone him, or ask him out. 

And so as a friend, I just want her to let go now, because I don't want him to hurt her anymore than he has already. 

Anyway my cousin's Mum was on the phone to me for nearly half an hour, and she told me that I just need to talk to Mum, and tell her how I feel. That my Mum will be stronger because of it all, that she has got her life back now, and that he has helped her. But mainly she just helped me stop worrying about my Mum. Because like she said, I have to be an adult now, and because my Mum talks to me about these things and not others it means that it is harder for me. And she is right. Because Coyle is never there for her, and she won't talk to Nan and Grandad, doesn't worry about them, and though she does talk to her friends, she doesn't tell them everything like she does me. 

Anyway, at the end of the day it got too much for me, and I just cried myself to sleep, angry at God for not letting happiness into our family...