Him By Lyla

Chapter 6 Walking

Home, but not home, I don’t hear his laughter, I don’t hear his car coming up my driveway.

After a month in the hospital, I finally came home. But this time he wasn’t there to help me into my room. My dad is looking at the stairs that go up to my room, then pushes me into my brother's room that has all my stuff in it. I looked up at him and said “I can get up there Dad, I had physical therapy with my new fack legs. I’ll be fine going up stairs.” he looks at me then smiles and says in a low but happy tone okay. 
I have yet to unpack all my clothes from the hospital, last time Mitchelel did that for me, last he was alive. I sat alone scrolling through instagram looking at all the posts about Mitchel, Jermey and me, about how sorry they were for my injuries, some said that I was now a freak that needed to stay away with my bad luck. One of the posts had Mitchel and me from 8th grade walking to the bus, I guess his mom posted on hers then someone reposted. Seeing that picture made me sad, missing those days where he was alive and I had legs.