RUN

Chapter 2

Chapter II

The hospital was a mess and the wait was forever. It took about 45 minutes then we were finally with a doctor. The doctor looked worried and that made me worried. "We will need to get some x-rays" the doctor said with a look of confusion. When the doctor came back in I knew that there would be bad news. The news was way worse than what I was expecting, maybe a broken bone but no the leg was broken just in three places and his knee was dislocated. I felt awful all of this was my fault.

Jackie ended up in a full leg cast and had to use a wheel chair. Of corse it was my fault and I was grounded for a month and didn't get any allowance and better yet my mother took my phone away. That is the worst thing you could take out of a teenage girls life. I was board to death and didn't have anything to do in this stuffy old house. I tried to sleep but all I could hear was a six year old groaning and moaning about how he wanted this thing of his leg. It's not easy keeping an active hyper little kid cooped up in a room for a month.

The next day Jackie had realized he left his favorite toy at the park. "Luna please get captain tim back for me please" he pleaded. Again this was the last this was the last thing I wanted to do but my mom made me "you are going to that park and getting his toy and while your there think about what you've done" my mom insisted.

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There was no one at the park it was completely empty. It was getting chili out and it was about to rain. I wanted to find the stupid toy a get home. I searched near the swigs that Jackie had so foolishly flown off of, it wasn't there so I proceeded to the spot where he landed and dislocated his knee. It wasn't there either so I looked around and started to head home because I couldn't find a thing and out if the corner of my eye I spotted the toy. I bent down to pick it up and that's when I heard foot steps and a gun clocking. I was freaking out in my head but on the out side I was more still than I had ever been before. "Don't move if you want to live" a raspy voice said from be hind me an the gun no more than an inch from my head. BANG I was out he had hit me on the head with the gun and knocked me unconscious.