As a young boy, I wished for a girl who would love me for who I am. I know it's not much to ask for but a guy can dream.
I sat at my dinning table scanning over the news paper, sipping on some coffee. I have got to say there is nothing interesting to me anymore than the comic section. I sat the newspaper down and rolled my wheelchair to the fridge. I pulled on the string I attached for easy access, and looked for breakfast. Pushing away the lettuce so I could get to the sausage and pancakes. That would do. I took them out and sat them on my plate, but I paused. It's the same old thing every day. Get up, eat, sleep, and watch tv. It's been forever since I went outside to enjoy the sunshine, maybe today I might feel grave enough to go. I began to warm up my breakfast in the microwave, when the phone ringed. I moved my wheelchair to the home phone, and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello! You have won a-."
I hung up, I hate telemarketers. They never seem to leave me alone. I just want someone, a person to call me. Somebody to have a conversation with. To sit and watch a movie, to love and feel. Yet I don't think anyone could love a guy like me. I mean look at me 27, disabled, and don't make enough to take a woman on a date. Not only that but who wouldn't notice the huge scar on my face.
I ate my breakfast quietly that morning. Enjoying the silence.
As soon as I finished my breakfast, I finally got on my jacket and went outside. The feeling of the sun was really nice and warm. Maybe I didn't need my jacket after all. I wheeled myself into the market down the road, It is always bubbly and full of life. The baker gives me free donuts every time I come here, and I don't know why. Perhaps he pity's me. I don't want peoples sympathy for what happened to me. I went to turn my wheelchair around, before I noticed that I bumped into a young woman carrying a sack of groceries.
"I'm so sorry." I said feeling bad.
"It's okay, really." She said, as she scrambled to pick up the fallen fruits.
I grabbed a peach beside me, and handed it to her. She took it from me and smiled, but her smile dropped when she looked at me.
"I'm sorry sir I have to go." She took her her groceries and ran away.
"H-hold on miss!" I called out to her, but it was to late. She was gone. I let my head fall down to my chest, as I let a tear fall. I must be truly hideous. In the middle of my moping I noticed something. Her wallet must have fallen out of her pocket, I picked it up and looked inside. It had her ID, some cash, and a picture of a child. A bubbly young boy who looks so much like her, it must have been her kid. I got the address from her ID, and started to go there.
Along the way I noticed a black truck following me. The person pulled up beside me and rolled down the window, Along the way I noticed a black truck following me. The person pulled up beside me and rolled down the window. His broad face gazed upon me as he gawked at me. His smirk was really unnerving.
"Hey buddy what happened to you? You look awful! Go home old man and get some rest."
I ignored him and kept moving.
"Give it up old man, where are you headed anyway?"
I again brushed it off and kept on my way. I tried to keep my focus on the ground in front of me, but I got cut off as he whipped the vehicle in front of me. I backed up a bit with my frustration bubbling up. What's his problem with me? I'm not even that old.
The car door slammed shut as three people emerged from the truck. A scrawny teen, with shaggy black hair. Another man with a baseball cap and a white beater tank top; his red beard down to his chest. Then the driver, he was super muscular and tall. His face was angry that I ignored him, I felt trapped.
"Why didn't you turn around old man when you had the chance?" He said as he spit onto the ground.
I avoided his eye contact.
The teen pushed me onto my side, causing my wheelchair to collapse.
"C'mon dude answer the question!" Shouted the bearded man.
I reached for my cell phone to call the police, but the driver snatched it.
"Trying to reach out for back up? Or are you a military guy?"
I was shocked he even knew, but then I forgot I had my jacket with my rank.
The teen picked up my jacket and said;
"The army? really? Why not the navy or Air Force? Why choose death, or worse disfigurement!"
The bearded man kicked me and announced;
"Just look at him, he looks like a fish out of water that had a hook drug through his face."
I covered my face in shame. Why would they take the time of day to even mess with me. I'm a normal citizen, well halfway.
Before they could get one last kick in a cop pulled up.
"C'mon guys let's go!"
The driver announced as they jumped into the truck and sped off.
The cop came running to me, and requested an ambulance.
"Sir are you hurt?"
"No just shaken." I responded while trying to get my wheelchair up.
The cop helped me into my wheelchair, and inspected me, while requesting backup and a description of the truck and men. After about half an hour the ambulance showed up and they hauled me off towards the hospital.
Luckily It was nothing major, and they let me go after some questioning.
