Bringing Us Closer

Chapter 3 ;; Going Home

        Walking out into the hospital room they had me in I sighed. My parents had said something about Chad coming... Did that mean that he had visited me? That he had cried and blamed himself for everything? I doubt it, it was probably an act just to fool my parents. He didn't care, he proved that by cheating the whole two years we dated. Then saying to my face that he planned on dumping me the moment he got what he wanted, which was sex.

        I gathered what few things I had here, which included my phone as my parents had brought it. Looking down at it as I clutched it in my hand, I noticed all the cracks in the screen. It actually surprised me to find out that it had survived the accident. I mean, wow.

        I didn't have the guts to look at it though, I didn't know what to expect. I was scared to look at it, and find nothing. I would feel like my friends didn't even care, but what was the point in texting me if I was in a coma? It wasn't like I was going to answer.

        Sitting on the end of the bed I forcefully ran my fingers through my hair. I wanted so bad to go home, see my friends. I was just scared to face everyone at school, to face Chad.

        I looked up as mom walked into the room and over to be with a giant smile. "Everything is taken care of. You can go home now! Your father is bringing Bruce and the car up. We just have to meet him at the doors. Come on honey. It's time to go home." she said as she took my hands in hers. She could sense my unease. That much was clear on her face, and she was worried.

        Forcing a smile on my lips I stood up squeezing her hands slightly, "let's go home." Once the words left my mouth my mom broke out into a huge smile, and pulled me into a hug. Being careful as to not hurt me. Slipping my arms around her waist I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck and sighed. I missed this, the warm hugs she always gave me every morning and night. It just showed how much she loved me.

        She latched onto my hand as if I were a five year old, and she were taking me to the park and not wanting me to wonder off. The thing was, I didn't care. It brought me comfort having her touch.

        As we wandered the halls to get to the front doors I would glance around hoping to spot Abigal if I could. I mean yeah, she told me that I might not see her after last night, but I was hoping. Deep down, I felt like her and I could've been really close. A silent sad sigh escaped me when there was no sign of her. So, I trailed behind my mother still holding onto her hand. I felt like if I were to let go of her hand, I would get lost. My mind would go blank, I would crumble to the floor with no clue what's happening. I needed my mom right now. I needed my dad. My family.

        Of course I also needed mom for support as I was limping a bit, and felt like I could fall over any second. To much weight on my legs for long periods of time was not healthy for me right now. Maybe a ride in the car would be good for me. At that thought I looked up at mom. "What happened to my car?" I asked. I had a beautiful '67 impala and I loved that car so much. Not just because it was like the one dean had from the TV series Supernatural, but because it was actually a beautiful car.

        Mom didn't asnwer at first, she just tensed up. Which told me everything, "we couldn't salvage the car honey. It was damaged really bad, and there wasn't anything we could do about. We had to scrap it." I frowned, the accident was that bad?

        I willed myself to stay relaxed, I didn't want mom to worry about me. I was just thinking about the accident again. About that boy, how I would've given anything for it to be me in his place. Then maybe he would still be here, both him and his mom. Because well I walked around getting better each day. Their family had to grieve with the loss, probably dying on the inside, but stay strong on the outside. It's what everyone did. They put up a strong facade for everyone. Being there for others, when on the inside all the pain was killing them.