The Boy With Weak Legs (Short Story)

Chapter 16: Home Sweet Home

Author's Note
Okay, so I wanted to let everyone know that Dante is out of the hospital now. I know, it's going a bit fast to you guys however. But to these characters in the book... You get my point. Kind of like those time skips in movies when months go past. I mean, be honest here... Would you like the last few chapters of this book with them being in the hospital? Dante laying in bed and Gregory just sitting next to him. That would be kind lame. Don't know if I could be creative with hospital chapters. HOSPITALS ARE SO DEPRESSING! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.

(Dante's POV)

Five months have passed since the freakish accident that occurred straight by my home. It had been a long journey to recovery but finally was the day I could go back home to my family. The guy who put me on the gurney still hasn't been found yet nor do I think he ever will be honestly. This guy has probably moved very far away by now starting his new life.

Frankly, I don't really hold nothing against the guy. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Am I suppose to be thinking like this? No, not really but I can't help it! Every time it swoops in it'll bite me hard on the buttocks.

It has been boring outside of school for the past five months. All I really did was sit in bed, eat, watch television, and play video games cause my parents bought the console over. I'm really surprised I didn't gain any weight during the ordeal. If anything I lost a few pounds and I don't even know how that is even possible. Besides my parents and Gregory, people from school actually visited me! Allan, Kyle, Fitzgerald, Sylvester, and the few girls who secretly love me.

My legs, which are surprisedly still intact even after a ton of metal slammed into me at around 40 miles per hour. Have been healing since the accident and unfortunately I still need to be in a wheelchair. Even with the leg braces on that couldn't help me according to the freaking doctor.

Yippie!

Did I mention whenever I need to use the bathroom for number one it has to be in a bottle? Seriously, my legs can no longer bare the one hundred and fifteen pounds of Dante. Which is quite sad and makes me cry inside just a tad bit. Yet nothing makes me more sad then seeing that same car ram into me over and over again. Seeing it happen in my dreams different ways and actually killing me. Not being able to leap out the way because of incapability of doing so. Remembering my dad having so much anger in his voice when he found out I didn't make it. The darkness in that coffin as I was getting put in my hole.

"Dante?" The girl from the pep rally who complimented called out. "You're crying." She softly said, wiping them away with tissue she had.

"Thanks," I said.

"The name is Sarah by the way. We never properly met cause I was to busy worried about those abs of yours." She paused to throw the tissue away. "Everyone at school misses you, you know? Most people didn't think you'll survive that accident. Honestly, I didn't think you would either."

You know, it's nice to know people think your good as dead.

"Time to go sweetie," dearest mother called out. Pushing me away from Sara not even allowing a decent goodbye. "Let's get out of this place yea? You been in this depressing place forever." I looked back at Sara gesturing a small wave as we got further away from each other.

"I missed you so much, the house just hasn't been the same without you in it. No one to say good morning too."

"I know, we've been over this like a gazillion times."