I'm currently wondering around the tiny bookstore in hospital.
I thought that maybe something to read could cheer me up.
The only problem is that I've basically read everything here.
Before it happened, my life was books.
I read books that were meant for high schoolers, and I was only twelve.
I was about to walkout of the store when something catches my eye.
A small blue book called The Blue Day Book, written by Bradley Trevor Greive.
There was a line on the front cover that read 'a lesson for cheering yourself up'
I opened up to the first page and started reading.
There was a big picture of a different kind of animal on each page and each page only had one line.
I got to page five and I decided to buy the book.
I mean, what the heck.
The book seemed pretty good.
After buying the book I walked back to the hospital, and went into Joseph's room.
Aunt Kara is still in for a bit longer, but only because she has can't really move because of all of her injuries.
Her memories are all back though.
I sit in my chair and read the book.
At first the book was talking about a bad day.
Then the book went into how that one bad day, bad feeling, can consume your life to a point where you just wish the earth would swallow up.
When you feel like yelling out at someone to shoot you.
Then the book went on saying that the little things in life can be the best cure for a bad day.
But the book said that the very best way is love.
Too bad I don't really have that in my life.
I set the book down after finishing it and think.
Basically my whole life is a bad day.
Just so down in the dumps.
I sigh.
Besides, I don't really have someone I truly care for anymore.
At that thought, my phone dings with a text message.
The message is from Asher.
Asher.
Wait.
I do have someone I care for.
I didn't really realize before now, but I really care for Asher.
Wow, major enlightening moment.
His message asks if I want him to stop by.
I reply to his question with a yes.
Because maybe the book is right.
Having a person who cares for you really can make your day better.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."