The knocking came again, harder this time. "Ma'am, we need you to open this door now or we will enter by force."
Mom grabbed my arm, her grip too tight. I cried out, and asked her to stop. I don't think she heard me though. Her eyes were really bright. She was sweating too, but it was so cold in the room. Why is she so sweaty? 
"Macy, listen, listen. You have to listen." She shook me. "When they come in, you tell them you want to stay with Mommy, okay? Tell them your dad is just angry because I figured out what he was doing with the money."
"Money?"
"Yes, Macy! The MONEY!" she shouted. 
"What money, Mom?"
"The money I had to take! It was mine anyway—I earned it! It wasn't a lot. Just a little. You know—to help out. Things are so expensive. And there was so much noise, so it helped with mommy's medicine. You understand, right, honey?" Her words were getting slurred. 
Before I could ask what she meant, there was a loud BANG. I looked up and the door flew open.
All of the sudden it felt like a hundred police officers came into the room really fast. One of the police women came straight toward me, but everyone else went to Mom. 
"Get away from her!" Mom screamed, stumbling backward. When she tried to put me behind her, I fell and then she fell on top of me. I screamed out—my arm caught underneath me. Pain like I'd never felt before climbed up my arm from my wrist to my elbow. Mom tried to get up but she fell on me again and caused more pain. When she fell, my head bumped into the corner of the bed frame.
Tears were streaming down my face. Everything hurt. So bad. "Mom, stop! Please stop!" 
Finally, she was up off of me—she yelled to the police, "I have custody! Check the papers! She's MY daughter!"
"Macy?" the woman officer asked gently, dropping down to the ground to help me up. She had kind eyes and brown hair pulled back. "I'm Officer Lidia Martinez. You can call me Lia. Can you move your arm, sweetheart?"
I tried to move it but it hurt so much I started crying harder. "It hurts!"
"Okay, honey, let's get you checked out. Just sit still for now. Did you bump your head too?"
"Yes, against the corner of the bed here." I used my good hand to show her where I hit the side of my head. When my hand came away, it was sticky. I think it was blood. I looked at the officer and showed her. "Am I bleeding?"
"Oh boy. It looks like you are. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay now." She looked at the other officers. "We need paramedics for the child too, ASAP."
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Mom shouted from across the room. Two officers were holding her arms as one cuffed her—she kept trying to come to me.
"Ma'am, we need you to calm down," one of the officers said to her. 
What's happening? My arm and my head hurt really bad and Mom was acting so weird—weirder than normal. 
"What kind of pills did your mom take, honey?" Officer Lia asked me really quietly.
"I don't know. She had lots of them. White ones and blue ones. She said they help her think. There are some on the floor and I think some in her purse too." I wiped my nose with my good hand. "Is she sick?"
"Yes, sweetie. Your mom is very sick right now. Those pills aren't good for her."
I looked over at my mom—sitting on the floor now because the officers made her sit down. She looked so sleepy and she was hanging her head like she was super sleepy, her eyes looking tired... and sad.