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Megan's Journal

Updated on July 2, 2012

There are probably better ways to spend my 13th birthday than sitting in the ER waiting room. Actually my birthday is tomorrow, well today now that it is 1:48 AM. My dad is sick once again, although he really isn't sick, it's not like he caught something.

My Mom is back there with him. I've decided to wait out here. I’m not really in the mood to watch them fight and cry and then fight some more. What’s the point? The doctor will tell them that I don't need to see him like this. Then the doctor will tell him that he's lucky to be alive, that if he doesn't stop this he will be dead. We all know the routine, he needs to go to detox. Wow Doc, chalk one up for med school.

No, instead I will just sit out here with this lovely collection of human beings and wait it out. The usual suspects are here, like this guy two seats down from me. Shower much Mister? There's the overweight woman in the corner moaning, not the first time I've seen her. I finished my homework hours ago. Now I’m content to just sit out here and write-oh my God, really? This guy just let one go…who does that? Wow. Some people.

Soon the cameras will be outside, this happens every time. My dad is Sage Mitchells, you know, the Sage Mitchells, from Sledge? For those who don't know, my dad was a really big deal in the early nineties. He was the lead singer for the rock band Sledge. They sold like, a million records, maybe more I don't know. I'm not even sure what a record is. Anyway, they were huge back then. They toured with Pearl Jam and Soundgarden and all of those older bands. They wore plaid and didn't shave. I've seen the videos too many times.

These days, my dad is known more for the headlines more than anything else. Sage Mitchells gets another DUI. Sage Mitchells hospitalized after overdose. Every time this happens, the cameras roll and Mom and I are all over the news...No comment. Dad's agent bailed years ago.

Dad's not a bad guy, he just makes really bad decisions. Life-altering, on the brink of dying bad decisions.. All of my friends' dads are accountants or insurance salesman, maybe even lawyers. Not mine. Nope, my dad is a washed up grunge rocker clinging to his fame. Everyone thinks we're rich and live this luxurious life. Actually we are about to lose our house and owe a ton of money in back taxes. I'm not supposed to know all of this, but I pay attention.

Last year, we were approached by VH1 to do a reality show. Dad was excited from the start. Mom was not so hot about the idea of inviting cameras into are house for a full view of our dysfunction...or Dad's dysfunction I should say. They had a big fight about it and of course mom relented. VH1 moved in with us and fliming began. The show was cancelled in the first season. I was relieved, I didn't too much enjoy going to school after the episode showing Dad passed out by the pool, after a drunken, heroin induced fall that left him crying like a child.

I overhear two freaks whispering. They're pointing and being really rude. Yes, I'm Sage Mitchell's daughter....what are you, 50? Stop staring dude.

Dad wasn't always like this. Mom says he was great when I was little. She tells me how happy (and surprised) they were to have a girl. I have two older brothers, but we have different Moms. Yeah, Dad got around, When Mom had me he had been sober for 3 years. She thought he had kicked for good. We were almost normal. Then, when I was maybe 2 or 3, the reunion talk began.

The band got back together and started practicing. All but Ricky anyway. Ricky had been the drummer. He died years ago of an overdose. Shocking, I know. From what I've gathered, the reunion was a flop. All of their fans had grown up. They had kids, some had kids with kids. Their groupies were now Grandmas.

The tour was cancelled and the new album, (why do they call it an album anymore? Seriously?), was scrapped. This was more than Dad could handle. He just can't seem to let go of the rock star thing. He still blames the boy bands, don't get him started on "musical integrity".

He started drinking again, which led him back to the heroin, which leads us to these ER visits. I feel bad for my mom. She has been through so much. The cheating, the drinking, the drugs, and the press. The stuff they write,I try not to read it. I hope to be a writer one day and If I am I will never write that gossip crap, get a life.

Of course I'm worried about him, but I know he'll pull through. it's always a good sign if he's talking to me on the way to the ER. Sure, he will mumble incoherently and repeat himself, but at least he's conscious. Once, his eyes rolled back in his head and he was drooling everywhere and I thought he was dead, that one scared me.

I'm sure this visit will lead to a rehab place somewhere nice. Dad will come back feeling great and full of hope and promises. Then he'll start talking about music again. After that, old friends will start hanging around again. And after that we'll be back here.

The two guys just asked if my dad was here. What is wrong with people? I assume they are going to wait for an autograph...losers. Anyway, here comes my mom...until next time.


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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Yes they are, I was just in the ER for hours! that's when this story must have planted itself in my mind. Thanks!

      Thank you Jenubouka, I was trying to do something different, glad you enjoyed it!

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      jenubouka 5 years ago

      All in all once again you have written a story filled with great insight. To write in a mind of a young pre-teen girl's mind, and one of a struggling celebrity is awesome to say the least.

      I think that is what makes an incredible author, submerging in their characters mind set to tell the story from their angle. Nicely done.

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      Becky Katz 5 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Good story. Waiting rooms are wonderful places to watch people. Pretend you're staring into space and watch all the space cadets. I am so not impressed with the media either. They are supposed to give you unbiased news but usually it is so biased that you can't find the truth in there.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you aslaught, I was definitely stepping outside of my comfort zone so I appreciate the kind comment!

      anssoforth, I'm sure you're right about that. I had planned on just writing about the waiting room itself but the story just went in anotber direction. Thank you for reading!

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      andsoforth 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      This is a sad story...sad for Sage and sad that it's a story that belongs to many. And WD, (not sure if your comment was serious or not) while it might have one foot in reality, it's a story none the less and where would we be if each one written was wholesome and well, bland? I liked it. I would have enjoyed more of Sage's observations of the "lovely collection of human beings" keeping her company. Look forward, weestro, to reading more of your work.

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      aslaught 5 years ago from Alabama

      Very, very good hub. Interesting, clever, well written. I enjoyed it.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Good to know WD..

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      WD Curry 111 5 years ago from Space Coast

      Sex, drugs, and rock and roll doesn't mix with your children. Go acoustic jam Indy and include them. Have a veggie burger and a smoothie from the co-op. There is more than one kind of freak.