Twenty-three
I have to begin
a new struggle, a battle
but I will be strong
and prove the odds wrong
because my life
is not a game
and can not be played
for the devils fame.
"Alright Emma," Dr. Graham says, smiling, "I don't want to see you back here."
He's referring to the hospital, signing my discharge papers.
I laugh. "Don't worry, I don't plan on coming back."
He laughs again, giving the clip board to a nurse. He shakes my moms hand, then my dads before turning back to me. "Take care of yourself. You might experience some headaches and nausea for the next fews days, and if you have any questions don't hesitate to call my office."
A nurse calls for him down the hall and he leaves. My dad gets behind me, beginning to push me away.
"Are you ready to go home sweetheart?"
"I've been ready since I got in here," I say, laughing.
My dad has done some digging and has discovered that Liam Vaughn is a senators brother. And to avoid any public uproar in the social media, the judge agreed to give him a light sentence. Community service and a court ordered outpatient rehab admittance.
Its not fair.
My dad figures someone paid the judge off, and he's hiring a lawyer to investigate.
We make it off the elevator and just inside the entrance.
"I'll go pull the van around," my dad says, leaving out and wrapping his jacket around himself.
My mom sits down on the bench beside me, smiling.
"It must be cold out," I say, gesturing outside. "Is it supposed to snow soon?"
My mom nods. "Yes, its supposed to snow next week, but you never know."
I glance again outside. A boy comes into view, holding flowers. For some reason, he makes me think of Tyler. Maybe its his smile when he greets an elderly lady in a wheel chair, giving her the bouquet of pink roses, or maybe its the way his eyes light up when he's talking to her. Tyler was always kind and determined. He made anyone laugh, even if they were having the worst of bad days.
My mom stands up, squeezing my should. I follow her glance and see my dad has parked the van outside.
"You ready to go home?"
I nod. "Ready as I'll ever be," I say, silently wishing I could walk out but glad to be leaving, none the less. My dad helps me into the van, then shuts the door, folding the wheel chair and putting it in the back. The ride home is silent, my mom pipping up every few minutes to ask how I'm feeling, or if I'm too cold.
Once we pull up into the driveway, the front door swings open and Aiden, Ben, and Joey scramble out. My mom and dad get out, while Joey rushes to the van door, pulling it open with a grin on his tiny face.
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