Life is Worth the Living || UNDER EDITING

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"You have to come with us." My mother said.

"What?" I yelled, "why do I have to go to this mental hospital with you? I would only be home alone for about an hour or so!"

"It's takes 10 minutes to get there, and since we live in the suburbs, there's going to be traffic so it would take 30 minutes to get there and 30 minutes to get back home. So it would be about 2 hours home alone and if it was an emergency, we couldn't get to you in time." She said. I never got anything my way anyway. My brother, Max, was just standing there tapping his foot. Sometimes I wish I could get distracted.

"Couldn't I just stay at Melody's house or Ariel's house?" I asked.

"Then it's going to be like you live there, and it would take too much time in their schedule."

"Please!" I begged.

"You have to come with us. Maybe you'll meet a friend." She said and we got in the car.

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We walked into the building. Duckings were on the walls and everything childish. I bet people didn't expect a 14-year-old-8th-grader to be in this room. Then I noticed that that was just the lobby to the doctors office. We had to go into a different lobby for the therapy.

We walked into a room that was gray. It wasn't as exiting to the room next door. There was a tv and a couple of toys, though.

All three of us sat down in chairs all next to each other. When we sat down I noticed a boy across from us that was in a wheelchair. He has bright blue eyes and blond hair. Truthfully, he's really attractive. But, he looked, sad or upset.

So, being stupid like I am, I walked over and and said, "Hi" and waved. He waved back but didn't say a word. Then he pointed to his ear. I didn't understand for a second, but then I realized he's deaf.

"You know ASL?" I spelled out with my hands.

"Yes." He said with his hands.

"I don't know many words." I spelled out with my hands and I got my backpack. I got out a new notebook that I had just bought.

I wrote the word on the paper that said, "Is this ok?"

"Yes," he was writing and then wrote and had really pretty handwriting, "Where did you learn ASL?"

"I learned a little bit in elementary school, I don't know many words because I forgot." I spelled out on the pages.

"What's your name?" He asked with the notebook.

"Luna Heart. What's your?"

"Westen Kore, but just call me West, it's what all my friends call me."

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" I spelled out on the pages.

"Sure."

"Why can't you walk?"

"I used to love football. I played on a travel team. We were driving out to Kentucky from California. On the way there, we got into a really bad crash. Out of 15 of us, 4 of us survived counting me. No one made it out not being really injured. I hurt my legs so bad I can't walk and I hit my head so hard I can't hear." He wrote.

"Luckily your okay." I wrote.

"Thanks. Most of the people that have talked to me feel sorry about everything that's happened, I like that your different Luna Heart."

Then I heard someone call Max's name and we had to go in.

"I have to go." I wrote on the page, "It was nice meeting you West."

I picked up my bag and left.