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Wheelchair for a Angel

Chapter Three

[°Carson P.O.V.°]

I tossed and turned in the uncomfortable The thought of Andy comming to get me tomorrow makes my head hurt. I glanced at the time 5:42. WHAT?!? I haven't slept all night? That clock must be broken, there is no possible way for it to be morning.

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The clock wasn't broken. In fact it was perfectly on time. I finally gave up on falling asleep and sat up in my bed. The nurses here all tried to make me eat breakfast. They asked what I wanted, just ordered me food, telling me I would feel better if I ate. Nothing worked, I refused everything. I knew what was comming and I wasn't happy about it.

The room that felt empty became my final dieing cry. What brought me from my plead to stay was the wheelchair sitting in the corner. I knew that they all think I can't do it. But I know differently. "Carson? Dear, your father is waiting in the lobby for you." The doctors voice rang in the room. I slowly nodded, feeling numb when the nurse helped my walk and sit.

I think they are all wrong. I can move my whole right leg perfectly fine. It's my left leg that is the problem. I can hop. I can get really good at hopping. I don't need no damn wheelchair. My dad bought me some new clothes to leave in. Apparently he had no clue what to buy me so his girlfriend picked the outfit. Personally, I loved it. Ripped skinny jeans and a Motionless In White t-shirt. My hair was pulled into a pony tail on the top of my head.

The doctors said I was lucky to be able to get a new wheelchair. I'm just happy the wheels don't squeak. Before I knew it, we were in the lobby with my father and "step-mother". The nurse called Andy to sign some papers leaving me with… her.

"Hey, I'm Juliet. I'm really sorry about your mother." She commented kindly.

I turne my head to face her. She was beautiful, much more beautiful than me. Plus, she can walk… on her own. My father can walk on his own. The nurses can walk on their own. I used to be able to walk in my own

"I don't care who the hell you are, stay away from me." I harshly snapped and locked myself into a shell

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Comments

I really like this. I can imagine a lot of the stuff happening and I can't wait for your update.

Please update!

Tears-to-Roses Tears-to-Roses
9/30/14

You're doing great and I'm seeing this story really taking off. You're great and so is your story :D

@queen-of-broken-hearts
Thanks, it's my first story on here. I appreciate the comment :)

Jayden. Jayden.
8/30/14

I NEED MORE OF THIS STORY PLEASE :D