What's eating you?

Chapter 17

So I got very choked up at the end of this chapter... Yes I'm odd like that... But yes it kinda sad, but in a good way.

 *Jacky's POV*

*2 months later*

 I was finnaly released from the hospital a few days ago, after taking my first aid free steps with the air cast they put  for my ankle. I had a hard time learning how to walk again. My legs where nothing short of limp noodles attached to my body, and I struggled to even pull myself up. I felt like a helpless baby, but I would let myself drown in my own self pity. It took me a few weeks to learn to put one foot in front of the other, and another to stand on my own, but now I'm walking with no aid at all.

I now sit in the middle of my now empty room. A few days after I left the hospital, my dad had gotten the call that his transfer had been approved. My parents where so happy they went out and celebrated. But there where things I still had to do, and finish. My mirror was off the wall, and had been thrown away. I watched as my dad proudly carried it out of my room and threw it in the trash. I was not allowed to have any magazines, and for the first three days I was on suicide watch. I had weekly weighs to make sure I wasn't loosing anymore weight. Apparently when I went into my coma I had only weighed 87 pounds and was dropping it like it was nothing. I was suppose to gain a least half a pound each week, maybe even more. So far I had only put on three, but my doctor told I was doing just fine. He had put me on a few different types of medications. It made me feel weird inside, when I swallowed one pill. My doctor told me it was to help build muscle mass, but it made me feel bloated and lazy.

I still haven't broken the news about the move to Jaz or Tate yet, I don't what to say. I had been so awful to the both of them, I even had my mom tell them not to come to the hospital to see me, I still felt like a lower human being for hitting Jaz.

"Jacky?" My mom knocked on my door frame. The color had returned to her face once we left the hospital, and the fear slowly crept out of her eyes. 

"Ya?"I tried to crane my neck around. My injuries where still pretty painful, my toes where always swollen, and my head always had a deep throbbing in the base of my skull.

"Jaz is here to see you. You want me to tell her you're asleep?" Panic bubbled inside me. I didn't know what to say. The boxes and the empty room would be a dead give away to the move.

"No, I can't keep avoiding her. Just tell her I'm in my room." I tugged on the straps of my air cast and loosened it.

"Alright." She disappeared into the hallways and hurried her way to the front door.

"Hey there Jaz, Oh goodness girl you're getting so tall." . I knew moving away from Jaz wouldn't only be hard on me, my mom has always loved Jaz like her own, and has always treated her like so.

"Whoa! What's going on in here?" Jaz's voice was light and cheery, like it always is. " Why is your house so empty?"

"I'll have Jacky tell you." My mother stood in my doorway next to Jaz.

"Hey Jaz." I whispered.  She was wearing tight jeans and a old track t-shirt. She didn't look like she four months ago. 

"Hey Jacky." She gave a awkward smile. 

"I"ll leave you two girls alone." My mother used to say that when I was little girl, and me and Jaz wanted to be alone. But I didn't want my mom to go, I wanted her to stay by my side, and guide me.

 "Mind if I sit next to you?" Jaz casted her eyes around my room.

 "Sure." I scooted over, even though there was plenty of space. Jaz slowly walked into my room, and smiled.