Boy of Sorrow

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Chapter 18

The sound of beeping is what I was first aware of as I slowly and surly drifted back into the state of consciousness. The second thing that I noticed was when I opened my eyes, I saw the color white of the ceiling about me. It looked to perfect compared to the cracked ceiling of my room so I know that I wasn't inside of my house that's for sure.

And the last thing that I noticed was the fact that I was completely covered in bandages and cast all over the right side of my body and parts of my neck and face which made it difficult to move my head. “Oh, good. You're awake.” A female voice broke out into the silence. I slightly moved my head to the right side of me and looked at who ever it was that was here with me in this room. It was young nurse, she looked like a nice one though with her bright smiles and caring aura that seemed to emit from her being. In her hands she was holding a plastic medical bag that had some sort of clear fluid inside.

The nurse looked at her hand that I was staring at.

“Oh this? This is Morphine. Its suppose to numb the pain that a person is in after they had an accident.” she said informatively as she walked closer to me. I didn't say anything but I merely observed her actions as she skillfully attached the bag to a hanger, setting it up and lastly rubbed some sort of antiseptic cloth on my arm before inserting a plastic tube to my arm. The moment that morphine got into my system, I began to feel a little more numb but in a pleasant way. My vision started to go a bit fuzzy along with my train of thought for awhile but at this point I didn't care as I slowly drifted back into the abyss once more.

“Do you think he is okay?” A deep male voice drifted into my ears.

“Well lets see.. he's strapped to a fucking morphine bag while being completely covered in a cast so I no I don't think he is okay you fu-”

“Really guys, you're going to start fighting now?” another one said.

“Well he asked a stupid question.”

“Well I don't want to be kicked out. So chill the fuck out already.” The same voice replied.

It took a couple of tries but eventually I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a very familiar face.

“Well hello there.” Axel said, he looked tired a beat as if he hadn't slept for days on end which confused me because earlier I seen him so full of life. And then it dawned on me, I might have been here longer then I originally thought.

“About time you woke up.” he continued on.

“How long was I out?” I said, I was surprised to find it a bit hoarse from lack of use.

“About a week.” another voice spoke out behind him, it was Vivian who also looked worned out. In fact, I looked around, all the gang that I hung out with for the short amount of time.

“a week?” I said.

It was Sasha's turn to speak. “Yeah, also Ms. Brent told us that she is going to give us a special three more weeks to turn in the project all account of your injury.”

I relaxed a bit. “Oh, OK.” I said passively.

I fiddled my fingers, absently aware that the usual bandages that I placed on them have been removed, showing bits of bite marks and chewed scars I constantly left on them for years. Normally I would be a lot more embarrassed if someone seen the scars on my hands but seeing as I am in the hospital covered in bandages from another accident that I don't remember being in of, I could safely assume that they will think that these marks are not self inflicted but from the accident. I felt Axel stare at me at me as I nervously fiddled my hands, resisting the urge to bite them.

“So what happened?” I asked, I honestly didn't really care what had happened to me, but I had to break the silent stare Axel was giving me some how. “You ran across the street and someone hit you with their car. According to eye witnesses, you weren't paying attention to where you were going and the driver hit you by accident. The same driver got out and took you to the hospital to be taken cared for and you have been here ever since.” Crai explained to me.

“Oh,” I said.

“They tried getting ahold of your parents as well.” Axel said to me. That statement made my heart sink into my stomach. They tried to get ahold of my dad? Oh no. not good, not good at all. Images of my father coming to this hospital all drunk and drugged filled my mind as well as the possible beatings he would give to me in front of the doctors. I wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing like that. I really wouldn't.

“And did they?” my voice whispered.

Axel shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. “Well no they didn't. That's why it took them so long to finally have us in here. Family is first contacted then its the individuals friends or spouses.”

I felt his gaze stare at me, wanting to know why and what was going on.

“Well my dad is pretty busy. He is always on trips and is gone for long periods of time.” I said hoping to sound casual about it. It must have worked because Axel's body language loosened up a bit.

“What about your mom? Can't she pick you up as well?” Sasha asked, her voice antagonizing.

Her question hit me in my heart as I struggled to find the words to tell her.

“She is um. She's dead.” I choked out a bit on those words.

“Oh,” Sasha said, complete shock dripped from her voice, “I'm sorry. I didn't know.”

“It's okay.” I said.

I'm sorry too.


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