I needed to talk to him . I had to . As I stand up out of my hospital bed, the monitors start going off. Everyone has left out of my room. Now it's just me, the sound of all the machines surrounding me, and the faint noise of my heartbeat too. The room is in a whispered shell. Too much to handle. My body is moving slowly while my insides are sprinting. Nurses rushing around me. My body is in slow motion. My arms are captured in a tight grasp by nurses and aids. I fight hard and break free. Running out of the hospital door was like breaking the barrier between two countries. The fresh air surrounded my sore body. My ears were mute and my eyes and legs were nothing but focused.
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Blank.
My mind is blank.
Mute.
I can't hear any noise.
Sore.
Completely utterly sore.
Dead.
No, no. Not dead.
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Not soon enough, I was discharged from the hospital. Matt walks to the car, hands grasped tightly around my wheelchair handlebars as if to tell me he is never letting go. Once I get loaded up in the front seat of my mom's truck, he leans into the window to give me a gently kiss on the forehead and then the cheek. On our drive hom-. Wait, I don't have a home. Where are my grandparents? Why haven't they came to visit me? I suddenly realize how much I missed them. My grandma, with her cardigan sweaters and striped long sleeves. Every day she looked, and smelled the same. My grandpa, always slicked back what he had left of his hair with gel. Next, he would out on a button up with kackys, and a light leather jacket. I ever so miss them. The ride was silent. Both mentally within my self and physically between my mom and I. I then ask my self question after question about Isaiah. Since I tried to break out of the hospital, I haven't heard a word. This, was 2 days ago. I open my mouth to say a polite thought, but quickly close it back up. This must have made my mother aware because she suddenly said, "What are you thinking honey? I know you are thinking something, I can hear you're mind pondering. Don't forget you're my daughter, mother like daughter right baby?"
I cringe at the unfamiliar sound.
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أدب المراهقينJess has had to go through a lot before, but it soon becomes nothing when her entire world is turned upside down. 'A Matthew Espinosa fan-fiction'
