Just A Memory{|}Weston Koury

Why

When people say 'just move on' it really isn't that easy. I still wonder as to why this happened to me but I guess I was unfortunate. But I guess I need to try. It's been six months after the accident and I still hadn't brought myself to attend school. I locked myself away from the world, never finding the motivation or mental strength to do anything. But today is for me to finally face reality. I'm starting school once more, although it's the last term.

I woke up and dragged myself out of bed, making my way to my wardrobe. Ever since the accident and after my recovery I've been staying with a foster family, it's okay staying here I suppose, they try their best to make me feel semi comfortable, they're good people.

I throw on the first thing in my wardrobe. My outfit consisted of black ripped denim jeans and a singlet that went past my arm pits. My taste in style had changed drastically, I used to wear shorter and more revealing clothes but now I tend too cover most of my skin because I like to cover up the scars I have on my legs and stomach from where they had to put stitches in after the crash. The scar on my stomach has faded majorly.

I walk down stairs and bid my goodbyes to my guardians and walk out locking the door behind me. I take about five minutes to walk to the bus stop.

Once I arrive at school I walk through the dreaded doors hoping to avoid eye contact, my heart is racing, and my anxiety is hitting me in waves. I made my way through the hall trying not to draw any attention to myself, I was successful yet I still I felt eyes on me but I just didn't take much notice.

I know that today is going to be very long..

Sorry this was a short filler chapter but I'll update soon💕