This is Goodbye (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

The weeks passed and I was finally released from the hospital, sporting a broken leg. I got looks from the nurses as I limped down the hall on my crutches. They probably think I'm still crazy after that stunt I pulled. And I could honestly care less. I just wanted to go home.

I woke up this morning in my bedroom with a new sense of calm. No more noisy machines, freezing hospital rooms or nurses watching my every move. I smiled at the thought as I dragged my legs out of bed and reached for my crutches, which were leaning against my grey toned nightstand. Once I was balanced, I stared around my room.
It wasn't the cleanest, with People magazines and books strewn about, but it was mine. The slowly fading bright white carpet, the seaside-styled bay windows and the soft blue walls. They were partly covered with the pictures I took throughout the years. Pictures of things like sun setting over the trees, waves crashing along the golden shore. And Tyler.
Him running the winning touchdown at the Hawks' home game. Him and me hiking in the woods during the summer. Him with chocolate cake smeared all over his face.

Tyler looked so...happy.

I sighed. I wonder how I can take pictures now that I'm stuck on these irritating crutches for another month. I started to make my way to the door when my mom opens it. That's weird. She never comes in to my room.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" Her voice was kind and motherly, something else she never does.

"I'm doing fine. Aren't you suppose to be at work or locked away in your study or something?" My mother took her work very seriously. As a fashion designer for Unique and Chic, some big-name company, she is devoted to perfection. She hardly took the time to even glance at Tyler and I during the day. Well...used too.

"My one and only focus right now is on my only daughter." Huh. Something else that's peculiar. Who is this woman and what did she do with my mother? "Here, let me help you get ready."

It was weird, I must say, but nice to have someone fashionable like her help me decide what to wear. Whereas I would normally wear a pair of jeans and a hoodie, my mom put together for me a light coral dress with little white flowers, a silver waist belt and a white jean jacket.
Then she guided me to the bathroom where she curled my long, dark brown hair and applied makeup. I stared in the mirror with wide eyes as my pale, freckled skin was covered with sparkly peach blush and how my murky brown eyes, with some eyeliner and eye shadow, became bright and sparkled. When I saw myself in the mirror, I almost didn't believe that this was actually me.
I looked hopeful and...normal.

"Thanks...Mom."
"Of course, honey." she said, peering behind me. She smiled brightly, 32 sparkling white teeth glinting in the mirrors reflection. It made me happy, too. Then I realized something.

This was the first time she smiled since the accident.

"I have to get going to school now. Marge said she was picking me up at 7:00." I told her, sad to ruin the moment.
"Of course, let's get you down the stairs."

She guided me through our cream-colored hall and down our grand oak stairs and into the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. I noticed a pile of Ty's baby photos next to him and that his eyes were red.

"Good morning, sweetie." He said, not looking up from the newspaper.
"Look at our Sophie!" Mom squealed, "She looks so pretty!"
Dad glanced over, ever so slightly then returned to his paper. "Mm-hm. Very nice."
"I'll make you two some breakfast." She told us. I glanced over at the clock, which read 6:57am.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I really have to go." I slung my bag over my shoulder and grabbed an apple off the counter. I held it in my teeth and began to make my way to the door. Mom put out the pots and pans she was looking for and looked at me. Her face fell as quickly as it came.
"I earlly orry." I said with the apple still in my mouth. Outside, a car horn honked loudly. I shot her a sympathetic look.
"O-okay hon. Have a great day. Love you." she whimpered, putting a brown paper bag with my lunch in my backpack.
"Ove you oo."

As I made my way to the door, I looked at all the pictures that hung on our walls. There was a picture of Tyler and my dad from a fishing trip last year, both of them holding the fish they caught. Another was of Tyler and me from when we were 9 and 10 at my birthday party, with my mom and dad hugging us from behind. Dad and Tyler were dressed like princes and me and mom as princesses. I had forgotten how close me and Mom were back then, I used to tell her everything.

The last one I saw as I closed the front door was of all of us on a trip at Yellowstone from just a few months ago. Tyler, Mom and Dad were all standing in front Old Faithful, but I was glaring at something to my right in the background. Tyler was smiling at the camera, but my mom and dad looked distraught as they looked at me. Then it occurred to me.

Mom and Dad miss Tyler dearly.
But they also miss...me.

A/N

Thanks for reading Chapter 2! Sorry it was a bit boring, it was just so you can get a glimpse of Sophie's life before the accident. I PROMISE IT WILL BE MORE EVENTFUL IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I'm hoping to get it out on Wednesday ! Also, just a quick shoutout to my friend BerryWhippedCream for letting me create some titles for her story, White Noise.
See you in the next chapter! (Hopefully)
Love you all!
-Ren