Unpredictable

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Kris's POV

"Hey Kris, how was school?" my mom asked as I entered the hospital.

"Same old, same old."

"That's a good thing I hope."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night mom. I have Chinese," I said as I placed the food on her desk.

"Thank god, I'm starving."

My mom is a typical nurse. You know, overworked and underpaid. I know, how lame of me to come and visit my mom at work during my free time. But what else am I supposed to do? Not like I have any friends or anything. Besides, the hospital is not as bad as you might think it is. There sure are a lot of... interesting people.

After her lunch break, she went back to work so I decided to just walk around. The hospital is an extremely eventful place. The drama here is unbelievable. It's like I have my own live Red Band Society right here before my very eyes. But unfortunately I don't even fit in with the kids here. I guess even the sick and the dying can't stand me. Ouch.

I know, I know. If I was a little nicer I would probably have at least one friend. But what's the point anyway. Being nice is was too hard, it isn't even the slightest bit worth it.

"Hey Mrs. Martin," I greeted the old lady in front of me.

"Why hello Kris. How was your day sweetie?"

"Horrible. How's your legs?"

"Horrible. How's your heart?"

"Even worse," I replied.

"How far are you on the list?" she asked, referring to the list of people waiting for heart donors for a new heart. 

"Still right at the bottom. But even if I am still alive when I get to the top you know we can't afford it."

"You know Kris, there is a lot of people who would love to help your money issue. You wouldn't have a problem if you let them help."

"I'd rather not be considered a charity case. I'm doing fine anyway."

"Not for long honey. One day, you could die."

"One day I am going to die. Everyone will, it's the circle of life. So what if I'm freed from this hellhole earlier than I am meant to be. I should be grateful."

"Nonsense, don't you ever talk like that. Life is a gift."

"Is it? Is it really? I don't even know what I am living for. Because of my dyslexia, I probably won't even graduate high school since I can't even read properly. With this stupid dysfunctional heart I can't do any sports. I'm not musical or artistic. I literally can do nothing, what am I still doing here?"

"Kris, your heart might not be working as it should but you still have the biggest one I know, for such a small person."

"That sounds like complete bullshit to me, when have I ever done anything remotely nice? For anyone besides myself that is."

"Well, you sitting here talking to me while my own granddaughter wouldn't even call me makes my day."

"That doesn't prove I'm nice Mrs. Martin that just proves your granddaughter is a bitch."

"She is, isn't she? But that's not the point. Have some self-confidence will you?"

"That's way too much work."

"I swear to god Kris I am 3 times your age and yet more physically active than you are."

"I have a dysfunctional heart," I defended myself.