Regrets

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I look at the outside of the hospital. even with my spinal damage, they let me leave. something about how it's un fair in my part. and it pretty much is. I jump when my mom puts a hand on my shoulder. I guess I'm just so used to being alone any touch feels un real. I look at my mom for a second before stepping back from her hand.
"I'm going." I say walking to the car and opened the door to shot gun. I slip in, shutting the door with a little too much force. oops. my mom gets in the drivers seat and faces me.
"Honey, are you-"
"Yes! I'm fine, can we just go?" I interrupt. my mom looks at me, her face a light pink. she turns around and starts the car. I don't talk to her the whole ride home. I can only think about how much I already regret cutting her off, and I know I always will.

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