I sat in bed. Paralyzed. Staring off into space. Alone. Cold. My phone went off.
Sidney: Hey shrimp! Wanna come over today?
I stare at the message. Ugh...I hated that nick name. Not just because I was short,but because I'm terrified of shrimp. They're just so...creepy...and slimy.
Me: Sure
Sidney: Great! See ya soon!
Me: see ya
I put down my phone and finally get up. My legs ached and my back was sore.
I picked up my air case and my phone. As I readjusted my breathing tube,I thought about how I'm gonna get there. I couldn't walk because I'd get winded,I couldn't drive since I didn't have my license,and there's no WAY I'm asking my mom for a ride. I shrug and walk out of the door.
My mom didn't care if I was out. Or how long. She never paid attention. She just sits on the couch and watches her tv. She basically lives there. She doesn't cook,clean,get up,nothing. And of course my dad....he left us when I was first diagnosed...when I was 3. I don't even remember what he looked like.
I walked to the end of my drive way. 'Should I just walk?' I think to myself. I pull out my phone.
Me: hey can u give me a ride?
Sidney: sure! Ill be around in a bit.
I put my phone back in my boot. I sit against a tree and mess around with a stick in dirt. I sigh bored af.
'Why am I still trying....?'
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The Fighter
NezařaditelnéWe all think of a perfect world. Our perfect self image. Me however,I'm the opposite. Im one of the most negative people you'll probably meet. Well,I wouldn't say the most negative. I can be positive,but that's highly unlikely. Anyway,just to get th...
