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Chapter Three - Feelings

The next few days Macie came and went. I'd like to say the damn girl wouldn't leave me alone but I'm kinda glad she came. Something in me says to enjoy her. I don't mind her that much.

She talks about life and meaningful things. Which in all honesty I've missed thinking about. She was the only one to vist other then my parents. So it was nice to talk to someone who just felt sorry.

I am getting tired of the food and reruns on tv but they won't let me go yet. They seen scars and they were on watch with me a little more. But honestly I don't remember were or when they had even gotten on me. Docs say it's self harm but I have no memory of it.

Mom said she's going to talk to them and not to worry that it probably was from when I was younger. But the more I'm alone I realize I'm missing memories I think. Just times and years don't add up. I try not to worry though it's probably something that had to deal with the accident from the fuckheads who got me stuck here in the first place.

Someone enters the room disrupting my thoughts. Oh the doc.

"When am I getting released?" my voice is angry. I just want out.

"Today actually", he sat beside my bed as Macie came in.

"Hey", she waved her hand up. I nod then turn my attention back on the doctor now holding a clip board. He looks old and creepy but hey he's a doc not me.

"Luke, I don't want to see you back in here again. Straighten up. Your too"..... Blah blah blah I thought in my head. Before cutting him off.

"So when are these things getting out of my arm and I get my crap and leave?" jesh man just let me go.

He took a deep breath and begin removing the needles and letting me up.

"I mean it Luke take care of yourself." He waved the papers and turned to walk out the door.

"Don't I need to sign papers?" I want out now dude.

"Your mother came this morning while you were asleep and did everything", he gave me that look of get your shit together my dad always gave me. With that he left.

"Here", Macie handed me a bag. Taking it from her I looked and seen clothing.

"Thanks", I mumbeled. She shrugged and sat in a chair by the window as I headed to the bathroom.

Splashing my face. Felt amazing I threw My gown on the floor and slipped in my clothes. I opened the door. Without looking behind me I talked to the now girl who was looking out the window.

"Lets go", my voice in a hurry.

Walking out of the hospital I looked at the girl following beside me.

"You smoke?" I asked questionably.

"Yeah they're in my car", she talked low I could tell something was on her mind.

"Why'd you offer to pick me up?"

"Your mom asked me to. She said your dad had to work and she had to go in early". She picked her voice up a bit so maybe I just misunderstood her tone. She stopped in front of a black Mustang. Unlocking it with the key then hitting a button Unlocking my door.

I slid in it was nice. Newer but definitely a girls car. Strawberry air fresheners hung from the rearview mirror. She tapped my shoulder handing me a cigarette and lighting hers.

I find it weird she smokes. Most girls hate it. And she never gave me the impression of one that would. But let me tell you damn nicotine. In a few minutes I felt my body numbing it's self. I sighed. She looked at me.