I am, We are Normal 2

Chapter One

When a kid loses its mother in a mall, it feels as though the world around you suddenly got twice as big as it usually is. You try to look around for her, up and down you search, but to no avail. You suddenly remember what your mother always used to say; that when you get lost, You ask for help. You do as your mother taught you and out of the blue the big and scary world disappears, because your mother is the light that guides you through hard situations, listens to you when you have issues and cares for you.

But the day you are the one that is lost in the dark and terrifying forest of nothingness and the shining light that guides you through the darkest of days isn't there anymore... Well that is a world I wished I never lived in.

The dark days turned into weeks and weeks turned into an entire month. The wrapping paper from the Christmas celebration we had in my hospital room was still on the floor, creating a mess for the nurses to clean when I get out.

The impact of the car left me with a broken leg, three broken ribs and a concussion. The impact I made on the car, left the car with a gigantic dent in the front and I broke one of the lights. So, I guess you could say that we're equal?

I can't really remember much from that evening? I vaguely remember feeling the lights of the car sooth me as I wept over my mother's death and then I woke up a week later, seeing what Jake and Justin left for me to find.

"How's everything going?" asked Chase and checked in on me for the fifth time today, "I'm ok" I replied and sipped on the disgusting tasting water I had at the table beside my bed. "Why do you keep these?" asked Steven who shocked me and questioned the soon to be dead flowers I got from Jake.

"Because I like them" I replied and started coughing, which hurt like hell! "Don't do that!" yelled Chase and pushed Steven onto one of the chairs I had in my hospital room. "Do you have any medicine or something for that?" asked Chase worried for my health and walked over to the nightstand I had in my room.

"No! I don't" I yelled as I finally caught my breath after coughing and tried the hardest I could to keep the top drawer closed with the hand that wasn't connected to an IV-bag. "Hey, calm down" said Chase and pushed me back in bed, forcing me to rest as he tried to get in contact with my doctor.

Chase walked out of the room, worriedly searching for a doctor to help me with the coughing. While I was at bedrest, trying not to get killed by boredom. "What is so important with the top drawer?" asked Steven and finally looked up from his phone and the comfortable chair he was pushed on to.

"Nothing" I replied and looked out the window, seeing the snow slowly fall in front of the window like willows flowing through the wind. "So, you don't mind if I take a look then?" asked Steven right before he ran as fast as he could to reach the drawer.

"Hey! Stop!" I yelled as I once again pushed myself as fast as I could to block the nightstand drawer, but I wasn't fast enough. "What are these?" asked Steven and looked at the polaroid's Justin had given me with a letter. "It's pictures of me" I said as I tried to fake a chuckle but ended up with me coughing again.

I leaned over to grab my glass of water again to take another sip, but it was just out of my reach. Chase came back and had brought one of the doctors in and took care of my coughing, giving me some cough drops and a new glass of the same disgusting water.

Chase and Steven had tried to hide the fact that our mother wasn't here with us anymore and really didn't mention her when they were around me, even though I know they are still sad and heartbroken about it. Chase walked out again with my doctor, while I heard what sounded like hundreds of notifications going off on Steven's phone.

"Here, pack your bag" said Steven just a few minutes later and threw one of my old backpacks to me after checking one of the notifications he had gotten. "Why?" I asked shocked as the nurses came in and removed my IV-bag and handed me some crutches to use if I needed it.

"We're going home" replied Steven as he threw on his jacket, ready to leave. I got chaged and grabbed the crutches I had gotten from the doctors as hard as I could, ready to take my first steps out of my hospital room for the first time.

Steven didn't care much that I used twice the time as he did to walk. So, he pretty much left me behind as he took the elevator alone down to the reception and out to where Chase waited for the both of us.