Wheelchair for a Angel

[°Carson P.O.V.°]

He stood there like a statue. He didn't say anything and I didn't say anything either. The room was filled with a cold silence, waiting for someone or something to say anything. The nurse slowly walked over to a empty chair and pulled it up to the side of my bed "here is a chair Mr. Biersack." She smiled at me then back at the raven haired boy. The statue nodded in thanks and the nurse left the cold room.

The sound of his boots echoed when they walked to the chair in the tiny room. His eyes kept his stare with mine while his tall figure sat down. It was awkward to say the least. I didn't want him here and I plan on letting him know that. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my head to face the other way. "Carson? I'm Andy." He slowly said to me like I was 2 years old.

"I know who you are, what do you want?" I whispered harshly. My own voice didn't even sound like mine. It was changed, it sounded almost lost and lonely.

"Well, I was called to come and meet you." He replied calmly and again like I was 2. Do I look like a 2 year old? No, I do not.

"Well now you have seen me so you can leave." I mocked his tone. I could feel his eyes burn holes in the back of my head but I refused to look at him. I just lost my mother and I'm not really in the mood to finally meet my father after 14 years of him never being there.

"See that's the problem. I know you just lost your mom and you have no where else to go. The doctors did a blood test and I'm your father, Carson. Are you listening to me?" His voice came out rushed. I nodded and closed my eyes while my head faced the wall on the other side of the room. Tears were threatening to spill over but I refused to let that happen.

"So when I got here your doctor told me I have 2 options. 1 put you up for adoption, or 2 take you home with me." So now that I have no one he wants me. Why does it matter to him? He is going to put me up for adoption, I just know it.

"So I said I would take you home with me. I didn't even know I had a daughter and I have missed 14 years of her life and I don't plan on missing anymore." Then he finished.

I held myself together til he left. Andy said he would be back in the morning and that I should get some rest. I didn't look at him once and he watched me the whole time. I laid down and rolled over to my side. The chair still sat in its spot next to the bed.

He didn't even know I was alive. My mother never told him and if it wasn't for that car accident he would have never known. He was coming back in the morning but I wasn't even sure if morning was a time anymore. Time For me is gone. Time not worth anything. Anything isn't worth my time.

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