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Lucky Ones
“I’m going to miss you so much.” Joanne cries out holding Harry in a death grip as she hugs him. The lovely weekend with Harry and his family has come to an end and we are all tired and ready to go home. But Joanne is reluctant on even letting us get into the car. “Mum we live like three hours away…”
“That’s not the point.” She whines. “Why don’t you move back here? You’ll be close to us and I can take care of you…”
“Mum…” Harry sighs.
“Joanne?” Robert interrupts placing his hands on Joanne’s shoulders practically prying her away from her son. “Honey, Harry is a 24 year old young man. He can take care of himself.”
Gemma scoffs in a childish way as if to say ‘Yeah, right’ and Robert sends her a warning stare. “And he has Gemma and Will and even Ava to help him out when he needs it. Okay?”
“Okay.” Joanne nods.
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Harry’s Point of View:
“Are you alright there Harry?” I hear Gemma say as she enters the kitchen behind me. I am leaned over one of the kitchen counters pressing my lean fingers to my temples to relieve some of the pain. Ever since we got back from my parents’ house my headaches have slowly been getting worse. I slowly shake my head ‘no’ to Gemma’s question peeling my glasses away from my stupid, broken eyes and tossing them on the counter space in front of me. “I can’t find the fucking Advil.” I mumble forcing my fingers back to the sides of my head.
“Is there no more in the medicine cabinet?” I can tell that was more of a question Gemma was asking herself but I answer anyway.
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Okay, Harry. Don’t get an attitude with me just because you have a headache and can’t find any Advil.”
“I can’t find anything around this fucking house!” I shout turning to face her. Or, where I think she is. See, this is my fucking problem. I can’t see anything! “I can’t find anything anywhere Gemma! I can’t see anything! I am constantly walking around with that fucking cane like a dumbass! I am always bumping into things. Hell, I probably have permanent bruises on my lower hips from hitting that bloody hallway table almost every time I stumble through that god dammed door!” My head is straining for me to stop. Every time I even raise my voice a little, the pain in my head multiplies. But I can’t seem to stop. “I am frequently terrified I am going to hurt myself, or worse hurt someone else around me. I can’t even drive myself anywhere Gemma! You know how long I had my driver’s license before I got it taken away? Do you?”
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Senseless | H.S
Teen Fiction“I thought you were blind.” “I am.” He chuckles flipping another page in his unknown book. “Then how are you reading a book?” “I’m not.” He smiles looking up in my exact direction. “Forgive me Sir, I just don’t understand-” “I carry this book around...
