Ashley's daughter...

IVs and ukulele music

The next day came in heaping piles of throw-up.
"Why..." I said to Ashley. As the nurse took the bucket of last nights cake from my lap. He looked disappointed. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep it down."
"No, don't be. I forced you, and you ate too much. Next time, we start small." He sat down in the chair next to my bed, still holding my hand. It was comforting, I never thought I could want a father again. The years that had passed were terrifying to call a childhood, at least that's what my pediatrician said to me. My birth fathers tall body loomed over me in my nightmares for years. The way he'd hit mom and I still hurt me. Mom. Mom. Mom. I wish you were still here.
Ashley's thumb brushed across my cheek, and it brought me back to reality.
"Please don't cry, I just want to see you
healthy." I felt the salt of my tears start to burn my cheeks. I brushed it away, trying hard to not show any weakness, but it only made things worse. I started sobbing, and made an ugly crying sound. 'Why can't you just be normal?' The words rang through my head, until I felt numb. Ashley just sat there, not knowing what to do. I don't blame him.

Hours passed by slowly, all the while I couldn't feel a single emotion. Ashley was silent too. Neither of us spoke, not wanting to disturb the silence. Nurses had come and gone, telling me I can leave tomorrow.
I eventually ate a bit more. Just a little bit of fruit.

The next day came quickly. The nurse came in at about noon and removed my IV, replacing it with gauze and a cotton pad. I felt numb and a little light headed as Ashley and her had helped me out of the hospital bed. All I wanted to do was go home.
I took it quite slowly while walking down the halls, but soon enough we made it to the car.
 
The ride home was quiet, considering the only noise we heard was from the tires on the road. Walking through the front door, I made my way toward my room. Walking in, I shut the door behind me. 'Finally, some peace'. I looked at my bed and saw the beautiful ukulele sitting on my pillow, with a felt pick, capo, and tuner. I felt my heart tug at the corners of my mouth. I sat on my bed for hours, just playing my music. Let's just hope tomorrow will be better.

Hi, so uhmmm I haven't really done this type of a thing before, but I'm really sorry about not updating as frequently. If you have any ideas on what I should do with this story, PLEASE send me ideas. I will give you credit. I'm dealing with major writers block right now. Love you guys though. Thanks for sticking with me. 🖤🖤🖤