Amputee at heart.

Chapter 11

Josh looped his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the building I had been locked in all of these weeks. The sun shone on my skin, the feeling of freedom overtaking my body. A wide smile was plastered to my face, my eyes stung from the bright light, but I could care less. Josh looked down at me and I met his gaze, his smile broadened. We made it to his car and I opened dark blue car door with ease before sliding into the seat. I reached for the seat belt and tried pulling in down, it kept slipping off of the nub. It took me a few tries, Josh waited patiently, starting the car and pretending to adjust the mirrors. After many attempts Josh quietly reached over pulling the belt across my lap and clicking it into place. "Thanks" I mumbled, slightly upset that I wasn't able to complete the simple task. 

"Hey, hey, Sky. Look at me," I raised my gaze to meet his, he smiled, "It's gonna take some time, don't be so hard on yourself." He grabbed my hand giving it a quick squeeze before starting the ignition and pulling the car out of the parking lot.

Our first stop was a local coffee shop that Josh used to take me to when he lived here. It was adorable and had the best muffins I've ever had. We both got out of the car and entered the cafe. Josh held the door open for me, the second I walked through the threshold the smell of ground coffee and jazz music entered my system. I relaxed, past memories flooding my head, Josh and I used to sit in the corner window seat and he would help me with my homework, it was an escape from home, a quiet place where we made our own memories. Not like at home where reminders of my father's disappearance and my mother's issues littered the rooms. Here we could forget, even if just for a little while. Josh's voice broke my daydream.

"The usual?" I nodded in response and he pointed to our normal seat. "I'll get it, go grab the seat." I stared to walk across the cafe, eyes straight ahead. I tried to ignore everything, but I saw a small boy gasp and point at me, his mother quickly swatting at the child's hand and giving me an apologetic look before glaring at her son. A group of teenage boys, a few years older than me started to whisper as I passed. "dude, did you see that scar? Holly hell that's nasty." "Haha she got thrown around in the ugly bin, it spit her out and forgot to give her back all the pieces." I held in the tears, anger welling up. I spun around, and faced the boys. 

"Hi,"They all looked up confused, "Yeah you. You have no right to talk about anyone like that. You will never understand how much I hate myself for the way I look, even more now because I was in a stupid car crash that took a part of me away. You don't know the hell I've lived through, the pain, embarrassment the time and strength I have given into something I didn't cause. I hope to god your mothers did not raise you to talk about a woman behind there back, and I swear to god if this is how you treat a female you are nothing more than a dirty old bastard who will never get anywhere in life. So shut up and do NOT judge me, or anyone else for the matter. I'm sorry that I've got a scar that I can't hide and so I hope your sorry for treating me like a joke. Now if you'll excuse me this is my first time out of the hospital since this and I'm actually trying to enjoy myself. So if you'll be so kind as to shut up your wanker ways I'd like to enjoy my time out." With that I spun on my heel and flipped all of the now embarrassed boys the bird before sliding into the seat I had originally been heading for. 

I hadn't noticed but I had built up quite the crowd, all of whom erupted in applause, a few cheered. My brother came over smiling carrying 2 drinks and a plate with a muffin. "Feisty one today?" She asked while sliding onto the bench. I nodded and took my drink from his hand thanking him. 

After finishing our treat at the cafe we had to head to the morgue, which was located in another hospital across town. We were quiet during the whole ride. Josh's foot was tapping rapidly, my palms were sweaty and clammy. When we arrived in the parking lot Josh grabbed my hand. "Sky...I don't know what this is going to be like. You really don't have to do this, they only need one person, I'll do it." I shook my head.