Fix the Broken Girl

Chapter 11

It was the day that Azariah could finally leave the hospital.

Though she had been reluctant to get in a wheelchair, she eventually did it so she could leave.

I wheeled her out of the hospital and helped her into a rental truck I borrowed until mine gets fixed.

After folding the wheelchair up and putting it into the back seat I hopped into the drivers seat.

"Can we stop and get so beef jerky or something?" Azariah asks.

"Your brother would not be ok with that... But what he doesn't know won't hurt him." I smirk at her.

"Yay!" She yells and then looks out the window.

I pull into a nearby gas station and get out of the car, telling Azariah to fill up the gas tank.

I grab the beef jerky and a peace tea for her and a bag of funions and another peace tea for me.

"That will be $10.89." I hand over a 20.

"Your change will be $9.11." I grab the money from the cashier's hand. Then I grab the bag of things and head toward the car.

Only to see Azariah being harassed.

"Hey pretty girl, It's a dangerous neighborhood. Might want to watch out." The guy flashed a smile.

Azariah wasn't responding, she kept doing what she was doing, but I could see she was getting nervous.

"I believe you might want to watch out." I say as I walk over.

"Who the fuck might you be?" He asks.

"A guy who will kick your ass if you don't leave my girlfriend alone." I say as I walk in front of Azariah protectively.

"Whatever." He says and then walks away, after giving Azariah a look I knew all too well.

"Why do you do that?" Azariah looked at me.

"Do what?" I look at her.

"You're protective. Extremely protective." She says.

"Well I want to be. I don't want you to get hurt." I say as we get into the car and start to drive.

"Well it hurts when you act like I can't protect myself." She looks out the window.

"I'm sorry..." I reply.

We sit in silence until we make it to Azariah's house. That when she said the words that hurt like a bitch.

"Danny. I want to break up." She says.

"What? WHY?" I shout.

"I'm unhappy." She states and then gets out.

"Az don't..." I reach out to the door, but she shuts it and walks into her house.

I sat in her driveway for a while just staring at the empty seat next to me.

Why did she break up with me? I ask myself.

I eventually managed to drive away from her house.

I got home, I ignored my parents and went straight to bed.

I threw myself onto my bed and started to tear up.

I got up and grabbed at the first thing I saw and threw it as hard as I could in a random direction. Then I collapsed onto the floor.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" My mom came in, careful to avoid what I threw.

"Nothing." I say.

"Obviously it is something." She says and sits on the floor with me.

"Azariah broke up with me..." I say and then start crying.

My mom grabs my shoulders and pulls me into her arms. 

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Sorry that this chapter was short... I am going through a tough time, as most of the kids at my school and around my community are.

If you haven't heard, a classmate of mine named Austin, Flash, was fighting against cancer. He was excited to meet all of us next year, those of us he hadn't met in 7th grade. He got diagnosed with cancer in 8th grade and he spent a year in pain.

He was the strongest person I ever knew. He was a superhero. He was my inspiration.

Flash passed away April 28, 2015. Which was two days before I wrote this.

I have been crying and emotional, I actually had no appetite for 2 days and hadn't eaten, but I am fine now. I feel bad for those who were closer to him and his family.

Gone, but never forgotten.

Also, I'm very upset that some people at my school are making jokes about Flash's death. It's no laughing matter, I don't care if you didn't like him, he just fucking died and you feel the need to talk down on him. Shame... It's a fucking disgrace. Flash always had a smile on his face, never once did he think negatively, or at least speak.

I'm just sad that I didn't get to introduce myself and hug him or something, he probably didn't remember me, but I wanted him to know he was my hero. I'm sad that after all this time, all the hope he and his family had, all the pain he went through, ended in a loss. R.I.P. Flash. So many people looked up to you and loved you. And just so you know, we all were hoping you could have won so you could come to school, I know I was excited to see you back with your friends.