Annoying Adam

Love Hurts

With a shaking breath, I asked when I could be released from the hospital.

With a light, fake-happy smile, the nurse replied, "About a week. Your ribs were pretty bashed up, and your body needs to stay still for a while so they can heal."

I was going to protest, but then I realized it wouldn't be worth it. I wasn't worth it.

My face must have fallen or something, because the nurse put on a super white, still fake smile, and said something about me being about fast healer, and people with broken ribs usually took longer to heal.

I nodded and put on my fake smile, trying hard to be polite. Just because I wasn't worth anything didn't mean I had a right to be rude. In fact, it meant I had a right to do nothing.

-'-'-'-'-

A week passed- a week full of bland hospital food and people coming by trying to cheer me up. It was full of get well cards and fake smiles, with a bunch of fake words and forced politeness.

That's how my life felt now- fake. The only source of happiness I even had was Liz and her silliness, as well as Bandit, who was getting bigger and clumsier every day. When he was around, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.

My mother noticed this, my slow spiral into utter 'depression' (it was more of a self-realization), and she had a talk with me.

"I know you're hurting, and I can't even begin to imagine how much my baby has had to go through. I see how sad and solemn you are, and I know what happened is going to affect you for the rest of your life." Her face hardened a little, and her voice got fiercer, more protective. "But those men are dead, and I'm glad. You are my baby, and you don't have any clue how much it hurt me to not know if you were ever going to wake up from that dreadful coma. You are always going to be worth so much to me, and I know you don't think you're worth anything right now, but you are. Remember that Stacey. I love you so much baby girl."

Then, before I had a chance to say anything to her, she left the room, Bandit laying on my lap, watching the door, his head on his paws. I pet him carefully, thinking over what she had said to me.

"Bandit, you're my everything right now- well, except for Liz and Mom. Adam's never going to want to see my face again now, plus, I'm not worth anyone or anything's love, so right now, that you love me, it's so wonderful. I love you so much Bandit." My eyes started to tear up, and I was wondering how someone so special could love something so fucked up as me.

He looked back at me and whimpered quietly. I laid back down and he climbed further up on me, laying his head right on my chest. With his warmth and love surrounding me, I fell asleep, comforted by his presence.

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A vibration coming from the table next to me made me wake up from my light slumber.

It was my phone; apparently, I had a new text message. I don't know who had my number that would be texting me. After all, I definitely had not been a popular or well-liked person whose number everyone who aspired to be anyone had.

Unlocking it slowly, I found out that it was Angel who was texting me. A sense of detached surprise came over me. I don't remember giving her my number.

I opened the messages, before she could spam me into oblivion. Even if I was feeling almost nothing anymore, other than a sense of utter self-loathing, I might as well read the texts.

Come on home girl! -Ang

Can't w8 2 c u! -Ang

Luv u! -Ang