Home

After the removal of the cast and more therapy, I finally got the okay to go home. Everyone seemed to be excited for my freedom. I was given a list of vitamins to take everyday, and a strict diet plan to help me gain weight. The nurses all hugged me, and I road down in the elevator with my family. I was scared, nervous, and mildly excited. Not fully knowing who everyone was yet, or what I would be facing next.

As I stepped out side of those hospital doors, I felt like it was the very first time. The air didn't smell like peroxide, hand sanitizer, or latex gloves anymore. My world felt colourful and vibrant. Every little thing seemed to amaze me. As we all loaded up into a van, I got nervous again. Lynn grabbed my hand, and told me, "we'll be okay. You will be okay". I just nodded, because I didn't know how to respond to her. The van ride was long and quiet. I leaned my head on the window feeling somewhat nostalgic, gazing out as the world few bye. I wondered what the house would look like, and if the neighborhood was safe.

As the van stopped, I took a quick look around my surroundings. We were on a relatively bigger piece of property that our neighbors. The air smelled like pine trees, fresh cute grass, and I the yard looked mostly unkept. Nervously, I walked arround the yard being fallowed by everyone. I walked the property for a good ten minutes before spotting something little and fast hiding in the grass. I fallowed it, until they told me i have to go in the house for meds. Neighbor's watched me curiously, but not one seemed to recognize me as I waved. Have we always lived here? Was this really our home? Starting to cry, I fallowed everyone into the house.

Something didn't settle right with me, as I looked arround. There wasn't any family photos, not one any where. Drying my tears so nobody would notice, I had seen Louis preparing my medications. Walking over to him quietly, I felt like I was walking on eggshells. Every step felt more and more painful in my stomach. "Thank you", I told him. He said, "for what kid? it's just medications". "For helping me" I said nervously. "Rose, I'm supposed to help you. It's my job", he stated. I looked down at the ground not knowing how to respond. After taking my medicine, I went and laid down on the floor in the corner of the living room, too afraid to sit on the future. Thinking about how the day went, and the uneasy feeling in my stomach, I drifted off to sleep.