I went back to school on the fourth day after I got out of the hospital. It was a Tuesday, but it really wasn’t one of the best days. It was cold and cloudy, with a chilly wind bringing in extra cold. I wore the extra layers of the uniform and included a long sleeve t shirt under all that. I grinned and thought of the long johns under the trousers.
I had both straps on my shoulders. I had the spinal support on under my clothing but I really didn’t want to take any chances. I heard running footsteps and turned just as George and Charlie both tried to grab the bag off my back.
My parents did not ask any questions when I left home. I packed an overnight bag and put it in my car before going back to the house and learning the songs I had been asked to do. I got Girl Crush down that afternoon but The What Ifs song was nagging at me. I tried until Miss Preston called to tell me she was home. I packed up my laptop and stuffed my earphones and guitar into the trunk. I went in to tell my parents I was going out and left the house. I drove across town to get to Miss Preston’s house. She lived in a rather large house, white washed on the outside and an enormous garden that went around the house from what I could tell.
I drove around aimlessly for an hour or so before finally going home. I parked my car in my spot and carried my bags in. It was only when I sat down in my sitting room that everything started to sink in. For a long time I was unsure what to feel but for the first hour I felt nothing. Then the rage started again. I wanted to beat something up. But I glanced at my hand and saw the scar. I thought back at what happened, and then thought of the reason why I had been there in the first place. I chuckled then started to laugh. How stupid can one person be? Once burned shame on her. Second time burned, shame on me. I should’ve known I wasn’t the only one. There could be a shipload more guys o
When I woke up it was nearing mid-afternoon. I rolled over and got up, wincing at the ache in my back. I rubbed my eyes and yawned before stumbling out to the bathroom. When I returned to the room I picked up my phone and dropped back onto the bed. A few calls, a couple of messages but nothing important in my opinion. I changed my clothes and went out to my parents’ house. Both of my parents were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of something hot. “Glad to see you are up.” My fat
I went to school really early the next morning, at around seven am. My mother had helped me with my tattoo again just before I left. I parked in my usual spot and got out. I had my guitar with me but I would take that out later during break to make sure the two people who requested the songs are happy with what I could do.I went upstairs to drop off my bag in front of the class before sauntering down to the quad. I made myself at home next to the hall, headphones on, listening to gentle country music. Charlie was the first one of the group to find me.
My friends went home with me after school. We had formed our own study group and we hoped that, between the five of us we could make some sense of some of the harder subjects. We got home and started taking everything out. I cleared the instruments from the sitting room so we could work there. I made some popcorn and pulled out bottles of soda from the fridge. I took all of that to the sitting room. We sat on the carpet and started on chemistry.An hour later my own mother interrupted our studying. “Andy!” she yelled from the front door
We got our plates and joined the line in the dining room to get our food. Heather invited George back to the flat to eat with us. I frowned at the thought but did not say a word to either of them. We watched Lucifer while we ate.“Look at this dude! He walks the earth, cool as a cucumber, no one suspects a thing.” George giggled half way into the episode. “He’s smooth.&rdquo
It felt as if I had been asleep for five minutes when my father woke me, shaking my shoulder gently.“You slept in. You’re going to be late.” He said when I opened my eyes.I yawned lazily and said“I know. My back is killing me.” My father gave me a sad smile and said“Want me to call the school and tell them you won’t make it for the assembly?” I shook my head and gave him a brave smile.“Nah. I’ll go, get this assembly over with. Not doing to do this again though.” I said and started to sit up, feeling my back protest vehemently, the pain felt like a hot rod jabbed into my spine. “I’ll have a painkiller and strap the support vest on. You can always give me a ride to school?” I smiled at him.He grinned and said“I’ll let Gwen know. She’s waiting for you.” I stared at him in confusion. “She stopped to look in on you. Your mother had sent her a message telling her you’ll be late, your back was hurting you, and she stopped on her way out to ask if you needed a ride.” My father expl
When I came to I was in the emergency room in the hospital, a couple of concerned doctors around me, all of them with their back to me.They were talking softly amongst themselves.“We have to get that fluid drained. It’s putting too much pressure on the spine.” One doctor said. “I agree, what was it that her mother said that they were doing?” another asked.