I am a huge fan of twdg, and I read fanfictions. I just wanted to make my own.
English ain't my native language so... probably major grammatical errors ahead. Try to enjoy the book. Not my problem if you don't. You're 10 years old.
After a week, and a lot of tests, you can finally go back home. Your headaches are pratically gone, and way less painful. You'll still suffer of them for a while, but it was nothing you can't handle. Your eye "healed" which means it's not gonna rot in your eyesocket after all. Some doctors proposed you to remplace it by a glass eye, which you declined. Better to have an useless eye with a badass eyepatch, than an useless and immobile eye. Your knee was still a little painful, but you could walk by limbing. You took the bus to go back home, considering your father wasn't gonna waste some gas for you.
After a while, the bus finally stops, and you exit it. You regonize where you are, and start making your way home. It's a long walk, longer than to go to school. Your knee is already screaming at you to don't do it. You ignore that, and kept walking. You forgot how beautiful is this place. After three weeks passed in a hospital, you just wanted to run and jump in the grass, and play with your friends. Then, the logic part of your brain reminded you that you had no friends. And plus, your father could send you to the hospital again if you messed up your clothes. You shaked off these thoughts, and kept home.
After something like an hour, you're finally home. You open the door, your hand not shaking as it used to. Your father is sleeping in front of the news, the journalists talking about a new heavy flu, which has been discovered lately. Cases of dementia and insurrection have been reported, possibly linked to the flu, even if no one wants to make conclusions that early. However, you have to admit that the hospital has been recently overwhelmed all of a sudden by sick patients. All suffering from fever, and a few with what you thought was bites.
You heard sirens in the street, maybe an ambulance or a police car.
You don't even look at the TV or your father, as you climb upstairs, into your bedroom. Nothing has changed during your absence. Why would your father even bother to leave his seat next to the TV and beers, that he enjoys way more than you ? After cleaning your bedroom a little, you go to the bathroom in front of the mirror. After a couple of seconds, you find the strength to lift your bandage up.
You look at your eye... what used to be an actual working eye. The part that is sensed to be blank is now all red, due to your burst vessels. The pupil, that used to be Y/E/C, is now a mix of blank, red and blue. (Go search some photos in google, you'll understand what I'm talking about) You close your other eye, and as a surprise, you can't see shit. A few shadows, that's all. You sigh, then put the eyepatch the doctors gave to you.
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You take a look at your self in the mirror : Not bad, you good-looking bastard. You smile at yourself in the mirror, admiring how you badass you look. The smile quickly fades away, as a headache surprise you, making you grunt in pain. After a few seconds of intense pain and desorientation, the pain disappears. You're back in your bedroom, and you don't even remember how you get in there. You sit on your bed, and look at your shelf, full of comics and books. You see your guitar, waiting in the corner of the room. You take it, and start to play. Soon, you realize that you can't play straight. Your fingers slip on the strings, and you can't grab the strings at the right places. You feel like you forgot all these years of training.
