In One Piece

My Leg and More

So yes, we ended last time with me asking about my leg.  So what happened was I WAS SHOT.  I WAS SHOT IN MY LEG.  IT GOT INFECTED.  THEN AMPUTATED.  SO NO, I'M MISSING A LEG NOW.  LIFE JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER.  CANCER, NO HAIR, NOW NO LEG.  WHAT'S NEXT FOR ME? Anyways, I don't think I told you much about John in the last chapter, you know the guy who shot me.  He was a close friend of my grandpa's when they were still working together.  When my grandpa and grandma were busy, he would get me ice cream and take me where I wanted to go.  I looked next to me and saw my favorite stuffed animal.  Did grandpa bring me this? I think looking at him.  My expression turned angry and he looked at me in surprise. 

"I hate it!" I say flinging the white bear across the room.  You see, John had gotten that toy for me when he took me to our town's local toy store.  My grandpa picked it up and held it over the trash can, looking over at me for my approval.  I nodded and the bear fell into the darkness.  Oh how I hated John!  I hated him so much.  He had killed my grandma and took away my leg.  I look down at the bandaged stump a smacked my head in disgust.  I know I've said this before, but I just HATE him.  My love for him is gone.  I looked at him like family, but ever since grandpa fired him he's been really rude to me.  I guess this was his revenge.  Oh, I guess you're wondering how he got fired.  Fine, fine I'll tell you.  My grandpa saw him slacking off in work, so he told him to work harder or he would have to fire him.  I guess John didn't listen since he knew that my grandpa would never fire him since they were so close.  However, he kept on slacking off and my grandpa had no choice but to let him go.  He didn't talk to my grandpa after that and all I remember is that he just wanted to spend time with me.  He still took me places and he told me how his wife and kids left him since he couldn't provide for them anymore and how he lost his house and was now living in an apartment.  I felt bad but even though I trusted him, I felt like he was using me to get my grandfather to rehire him.  So, I stopped wanting to go places with Uncle John(what I called him).  So, I think he lonely and depressed and soon, he must've turned crazy.  The John I knew wouldn't hurt a fly, rather than the woman who loved his best friend.  I felt like it was my fault.  If I hadn't stopped hanging out with Uncle John, he probably wouldn't have gone crazy.  

"He's at a mental hospital," my grandpa said, sensing that I was thinking about John.

I quickly tried to cover it up saying, "No I wasn't.  I hate him!"

"I think you were..."He looked at me, already knowing I was lying.

"Fine, Fine" I'm kinda worried about him.  I mean I don't like him, but I just think it's my fault he's like this.  I mean, I didn't want to hang out with Uncle-- err John anymore since I thought he was using me to get his job back." I say thinking about all the problems he's caused.

"It's not your--" My grandpa started as we heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in" I yelled at the door.

"Hi sweetie!" My mom and dad walked in and I looked away.  I could feel their gaze on the stump I call my leg.  I look up at them and then at my leg, signaling them to stop staring.

"Oh sorry honey!" They look up, embarrassed.

"It's fine!  This is my life now!  Might as well get used to it." I scoffed.

My mom pouts and asks,"So what room's grandma in?"

My grandpa stares at me wide eyed and mouths something along the lines of let's say I forget to tell her grandma died.

I stare at him in shock and then quickly look down at my hands.  

My dad takes the hint and says,"Honey, I think they mean to say she's passed away."

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~Akiras1903