My Knight in a Black Hoodie

9: Thank you.

"Are you ready to go home?" A nurse asks with a grin.

I nod my head in response.

"You don't seem that excited about it."

I shrug. I don't need to tell you everything that had happened to me. It's none of your business.

"Do you want to talk?"

"No."

She nods and silently leaves the room. I stare at the doorway and regret the way I acted towards the nurse. I stand up from the bed and roam the hallways of the hospital. I stop in front of the baby section and gaze at all the babies in the room. I smile at them.

Babies can make anyone smile. They are little bundles of joy and a personal miracle for the parents.

I force myself to look away from them and keep walking. I eventually leave the hospital and head to my house.

"Look! It's the girl who can't stand up for herself!" Jason yells from his car.

Keep walking, just keep walking.

"Still not talking? Are you too scared to?"

Stay quiet and don't talk to him.

"Are you going to call your knight to come save you again?"

Don't respond.

I glance over at his car and see him get out of his car. I stare ahead of me and pick up my pace. He catches up to me easily and grabs my wrist.

"Who saved you that day?" He asks.

I don't know and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you who it was.

His grip tightens and I close my eyes so he wouldn't see how much it hurts me. "Just go ahead and tell me, then I'll let you go." He forces me to look at me. "Who was he?"

I glare at Jason and stay silent.

"Just tell me already!"

I jump from his loud voice.

"Let her go!"

I look around Jason and the hoodie guy is there. Jason glances behind him and grins.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Mr.Knight in shining armour or should I say knight in a black hoodie?"

"Let her go."

"Or what? You'll fight me again? I'm ready this time."

"Let. Her. Go."

"Why? Do you like her or something?"

"Why do you pick on her? Do you like her or something?"

Jason looks surprised at his words. I pull away from him and he let's go of my wrist. He stares down at me.

"If you do like me, you better get rid of those feelings because I don't feel the same towards you. I actually want to smack you across the face right now, but I'm not going to. Next time you try to pick on me though, I will smack you."

His mouth drops open and I turn around. I keep walking to the house I live in, only this time tears blur my vision.

I can't believe I just did that. I promised that I wouldn't do anything. Could he really like me? I doubt it. What about hoodie guy though? I wish, but he probably doesn't.

I unlock the door to the house and step inside. I close the door and lean against it. I sigh and look around at all the familiar things inside the house. The same furniture. The same TV. The same floors, walls, and ceilings. The same house.

Why do I live alone? Why can't I call this place my home?

You aren't alone.

A sob escapes my lips and I cover my mouth. I slide down to the floor and let the tears flow freely.

God, I can't stay away from you any longer! I need you! I can't do this any more without you. I believe that Your only son came and died for me and that my sins would be forgiven and forgotten. Come into my heart and make it beat again for You and You only.

I'm so thankful that you never gave up on me. You know how many hairs are on my head and how many tears I've cried.

I roll onto my back and smile at the ceiling. I sigh happily. A knock makes me get up. I open the door and see the hoodie guy. I launch myself at him and he catches me easily in his arms.

"Thank you."