Highs and Lows Of Life

Keepsakes

The drive home wasn't bad Nick had dozed off for 20min on the highway. Slowly making his way up to the red brick house knocking on the door.
The door slowly opened as he just saw a blur as his little brother crashed into him. He had to grab the door frame for support before he landed flat on his back.

" Hey, Frankie." He dropped his bag wrapping his arms around the 5-year-old.

" Nick miss you so much." Looking up at his big brother.

"I miss you to Tank." Slowly guiding them both into the house. It was cold outside and he didn't want the cold air to get into the house.

He could hear the sound of one of his brothers thudding upstairs. Quickly could be seen making his way downstairs. His sock feet slip on the 4th to the last step as he ends up crashing to the floor.

" Oh my god, Joe are you ok." Nick ran to his brother who was rubbing his backside in discomfort.

" What happened." Their mom spoke making her way into the house seeing Joe on the floor.

" Oh, Joe just fell down the stairs." Kevin quickly coming down the stairs to his brother aid. " you good bro." Sitting on the bottom stair look of worry in his eyes.

" Guys I am fine it just was a little bit of a surprise that's all." Joe quickly got up off the floor rubbing his sore ass.

Nick rolled his eyes " Good I was not in the mood have to go back to the hospital."

" That would make two of us." Their father shook his head at his child's klutziness. " Ok let's give Nick and your mom time to unpack they might need some space to get settled back in the house."

Nick hugged his brothers before heading upstairs to unpack and take shower. He was so glad to be home he truly felt better looking at himself in the mirror. All he needs to do was gain back all the weight he had lost.
He noticed he still had the hospital bracelet on his wrist. Slowly reading the information on it.

NICK JERRY JONAS INSULIN DEPENDENT
ADMMISION 10:45 NOV 16 2005.

He didn't know why at the time he didn't just rip it off his arm. But something stops him he grabbed scissors on his desk and slowly snipped it off. As he held the hospital band in his hand.

It felt odd to think 4 days ago he was just a normal teenager. Who thought all he had was the flu or UTI. Reading over insulin-dependent he never thought he would have to take drugs for the rest of his life and be classified as drug dependant. The word felt cold and harsh there was no way to get around that world without feeling anxious or sense of sadness that lay heavy in his chest.

He put the band down on his desk and grab his desk chair put it in front of his open closet. Slowly stand on a chair his eyes scanned small shoebox just above his head as he slowly brought it down.

Setting it on his desk opening the lid. It was a keep box of different momentum from his chile hold. Picking up the bracelet and putting it in. Slowly closing the lid on top of it his heart felt heavy in his chest.

Was he suppose to grieve cause god damn it if felt like he was grieving for his old life. Wiping away tears that leak from his eyes letting out an exhausted sigh he did feel so much better but he also felt exhausted like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
He numbly grabbed fresh clothing and head to the bathroom maybe a shower would help him feel better about the whole thing.

" All get it." Nick heard Joe yell from the family room. He was unpacking all his new medical supplies. With his mom, he could feel the nerves starting to get to him. What would the band think he closed the cabinet door over the counter that was now going to be his and only his.