I spend the rest of the day in the nurse's office, resting. When the last bell rings, signaling that school is out for the day, Anastasia comes to the nurse's office, and offers to drive me home.
"No, Anastasia, I can walk," I say, attempting to stand up, but I fail, gasping in pain, as my ribs begin to give me sharp pains.
"No," Anastasia says. "I'm not letting you walk home like this. You're gonna let me drive you home."
After almost ten minutes of arguing, I finally give in, and allow Anastasia to help me to her car and drive me home. I guide her, seeing as she doesn't know how to get to my house.
"Thank you," I say when we get to my house, as I slowly get out of the car. I wave at Anastasia and slowly walk up the porch steps and I open the front door and step in. "I'm home!" I get no answer; the house is empty. I sigh, and slowly make my way to the kitchen, to get some painkillers.
A note is sitting on the counter when I walk into the kitchen:
Lily,
We took Camille to the hospital for chemo.
Be back whenever.
Mom and Dad
I sigh again and throw the note in the trash. I go over to the medicine cabinet and grab a bottle of painkillers and pour a glass of tea. I chuck a painkiller into my mouth and quickly drink some tea, washing it down my throat. After I take the medicine, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and put my glass of tea in the fridge, and head upstairs to my room.
Once in my room, I change out of my outfit and into pajamas. My body still hurts badly, but I decide to play my piano anyways.
Oh yes, I know how to play piano. I should've told you, but I didn't think it was important. I can also play the guitar, drums, and sing.
Anyways, I walk over to my piano and open my song book. I flip through the pages, until I find a song that I love, 'Last Kiss'. I wrote it a long time ago, after Zachary died. It's my song for him.
I sit down on the stool and begin to softly play the notes. After a few seconds, I begin to sing.
I still remember the look on your face
It lit up the darkness, at one fifty eight
The words that you whispered, for just us to know
You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?
Away
I do recall now, the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane
That July ninth, the beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt,
I can still feel your arms
But now, I'll go
Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes
And all that I know is I don't know
How to be something you'll miss
I never thought we'd have our last kiss
I never imagined we'd end like that
Your name, forever the name on my lips
I do remember the swing of your step
The life of the party, you're showing off again
YOU ARE READING
I Need A Hero
Teen FictionCrying isn't a sign of weakness.. it just means you've been strong too long and need to let it all out.