I'm bored.
It was always boring here. I wanted to do something. I've already seen the sight out of my window. Sure, the scenery looked pretty but it's the pretty much the only thing I ever see. I imagined what other kids were doing right now. Probably playing outside. Talking, laughing. Playing games. Running around. Moving.
I wanted to play. I wanted to go outside. But I couldn't. It was impossible for me. I was stuck in this room. Staring. Looking. In silence.
I felt the need to itch my nose. I wanted to try and touch it. I willed my arm to move. But it just didn't. No matter, how hard I tried, it wouldn't move. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. I've seen other kids do it before. On TV. In real life. I've seen them move their arms. Their bodies weren't lifeless like mine.
I let the tears fall. I couldn't do anything else. I couldn't wipe them away.
What I would give to have the ability to feel my body. The ability to run, to play. I'd do anything to get out of this stupid room.
The doctor said I'd get better. That I could do all of those things. But I'm not stupid. I knew it when I saw pity in his eyes. Pity. When I saw it, I knew that I was stuck here my entire life. I was stuck in this room. Not being able to move. Not being able to speak. Not being able to do anything.
Bored.
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Hi guys,
So, how'd you guys like this story? Sorry, I'm really bored and didn't feel like doing any work so I came up with this story. I've never been in a hospital bed before unless you count when I was a baby, so sorry if this is inaccurate. Vote and Comment if you liked it! Thanks for reading!
~LRP
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