Lyrical

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

He slowly walks out of the room. He glances at me one last time and I see a tear fall from his eye. My eyes water up, but I know I made the right decision.

"I'm sorry," I say one last time.

I broke up with him. I love him but I can't get caught up in these relationships anymore. I need some more time to think. I just, for once, want to stand on my own two feet and do things by myself. I know it's sudden and all and we've only been together for a few weeks but I need to start being independent.

Tomorrow was my last day in the hospital. I knew that after a whole year of roaming around and figuring out my feelings, I should make things right.

The first thing I wanted to do was get back to Holland and talk to my parents. I have put them through a hard time and I think it's finally time to make things right. They don't know I was in the hospital. They did know I was with Jock, Jessie and Artie, as I texted them before the festival. They didn't have to worry.

I finally realize that I should restart. Maybe I'll get a job and get my own place and then I'll see where life takes me. I'll miss Dylan but I know it's for the best.

**

"Hey Laine, you ready to get back to the real world?" Artie asks me.

"Yeah, I guess so," I reply.

Artie helps me up into a sitting positon. Laying in a bed for a few weeks, poisoned and weak, has seriously made things harder. Artie helps me put on my purple converse and I slowly stand up from the bed. He puts his arm around me but I lose my balance and collapse to the floor. 

"Here Laine, I'll help you up and put you in the wheel chair."

"I'm fine. I'd rather walk."

"Are you all set?" A nurse walks in looking concerned, "I would use the wheel chair."

"Thanks but I'd rather walk, I need the excerise."

"Okay if you want to," The nurse says in a French accent.

She hands me a pack of medicine, "Take one each day before you go to bed. It makes sure that all the poison is washed out of your body."

"Okay, thank you nurse."

"No problem, just take it easy. Bonne chance (Good Luck)."

"Merci (Thank you)," I reply

Artie puts his arm around me, helping me. At that moment two familiar faces walk into the room.

"Mom? Dad?" 

"Darling, we have missed you so much! Let's go home." My mom says happily.

My parents both hug me. Still balancing on Artie, we walk out of the hospital room. Jess and Jock come in to help with the bags and all together we leave the hospital, back to Holland.