The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Down Days and Doctor Appointments

Chapter 27: Down Days and Doctor Appointments

Lynsey’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the phone glued to my ear and my mouth parted a little bit. My eyes wandered all around as I was in deep thought.

His girlfriend. He has a girlfriend? Since when? Melissa, I’ve never heard of her. How would she get his phone though, if she wasn’t? How does she know about me? I’m so confused. How could I be so stupid? Why would he do this? How could he do this? How could he kiss me when he has a girlfriend? Why doesn’t anyone know about her? Alex, Payton, Daniel… Is it a joke? Is it real? What is going on? Why is this happening? Who was that? Was it really his girlfriend? Melissa. Who the hell… is Melissa?

“Lynsey?” the sound of my name shook me out of my thoughts. Well not completely.

“Lynsey are you crying?” Shawn asked.

I felt my cheeks to find them soaking wet with tears that I didn’t even realize had formed. I wiped them off and peered over at Shawn who looked nervous and shy, yet his eyes were sincerely showing worry. “I’m okay Shawn.” I lied.

“No you aren’t.” he said meekly.

“I will be.” I tried to say confidently, but my voice ended up cracking at the end. I looked down at my lap, not wanting him seeing me cry again.

“Lynsey.” he took a hesitant step forward.

“No Shawn.” I put my hand up, “Don’t.”

He stood in place and looked at me carefully, like if he were to look at me wrong I would break into a thousand pieces, “Do you need anything?”

A hug. Proof. A nap. Some water. A Listening Ear. Help. A Sign. Answers. Any Answers. I thought to myself.

“No.” I said and Shawn nodded walking to the kitchen. I put my face in my hands and told myself to stop crying. Stop. You can’t cry over losing something that was never yours to begin with. So just stop. I composed myself slightly and didn’t even bother looking at the clock, I just got into my wheelchair and went to bed.

I couldn’t sleep. I just stared at my ceiling at let my thoughts run wild. It was probably around 3 am when I finally forced myself to sleep and woke up again at 7 and went into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and wheeled out to the living room, picking up my phone and bringing it to my room. I closed my door and put my phone and water down on the nightstand, wheeling my way to my drawers. I grabbed some jean shorts and a long sleeved coral v-neck shirt. I got out my white sports bra and a pair of underwear and wheeled to the bathroom. Placing my outfit on the counter I got myself undressed and put on my fancy ‘leg condom’. I didn’t want anyone’s help today, so I got myself into the shower and put it on high high heat. After I finished I wrapped a towel around me and dried off. I stood up and got out of the tub, keeping my weight on my left leg, and held onto the counter for support. I got dressed successfully and sat in my wheelchair, grabbing my brush to detangle the knots in my hair and then putting my hair in a loose ponytail. I wheeled out of my bathroom and got onto my bed. I grabbed my backpack and started on my French homework.

When I finished my homework I threw it down to the floor, an action I knew I would regret later. I grabbed my phone off of my night stand and took a gulp of water. I played a couple of games before the battery started to die and so I placed it into my speakers that also charge it and played music softly. I looked at the time, 9:18. I looked over at my night stand and saw a folded up piece of paper. I knew what it was. I turned to my stomach and grabbed my notebook from it’s hiding spot and opened it to the entry about Ryan I had written a long time ago. I read it over once and placed the folded up little folded paper inside. I closed the notebook and placed it back behind my bed again.