Rachel

I waited for them to come to my room. I was able to calm down my tears and fix my messy bun a bit. I thought about what to say. I should probably apologize but about what? I didn't do anything wrong. Sure I ignored them and wouldn't eat any food or come out of my room but can they blame me for that?

My thoughts were interrupted by three soft knocks on my door.

"Come in."

They both walk in hesitantly. Mitch sits at my desk chair while Scott stands next to him with an arm around Mitch's shoulders.

A horrible flashback runs through my mind in a matter of seconds, then disappears.

"You wanted to talk to us." Scott said.

"Um yeah. I just wanted to apologize for isolating myself from you guys. I know it was wrong and I know that you were just trying to protect me and-"

"No." Mitch interrupted.

Both Scott and I looked at him in confusion.

"You shouldn't apologize. You don't have to. We should have told you because you have the right to know. You should also know that they bumped up your meds. They also want you to see a therapist."

"Oh...I um...." I was overwhelmed with all this new information that I was just given.

I could see Scott out of the corner of my eye glaring at Mitch. I regained my focus and a thought popped into my head. A very important thought at that.

"Um guys I don't have any other way of putting this so I'm just gunna say it. I know my immediate family is dead but I still want to see like what they looked like and meet my other family members. I don't mean this to hurt you or anything because you'll always be my family but I just feel lost and I want to find myself."

"We totally understand baby and we will help you in any way we can. We want the best for you because we love you. You're our everything." Mitch said.

I reached my arms out to them and we all hugged.

*One week later*

"Rachel come on we're gunna be late for your appointment." Mitch yelled from downstairs.

"I'm kinda stuck." I yelled back.

I was standing a couple stairs down, already exhausted from the small task.

"What? Where are you?" Mitch asked.

"Stairs." I replied.

Soon Mitch appeared looking upset.

"Rach how many times do I have to tell you to ask either Scott or I to help you down the stairs. You know you're too weak."

"I thought I could handle it." I innocently said as Mitch took my arm and put the majority of my weight on him and we descended down the stairs.

"Well obviously you can't. Just ask for help next time." Mitch said a little annoyed.

I just nodded my head and made my way down the stairs with much pain.

We finally get downstairs and Mitch hands me back my crutches.

"Go wait in the car, I'll be right out." Mitch said as he hands me his car keys.

I make my way outside and down the driveway to Mitch's car. I fumble with the car keys and one of my crutches fell. I groan in frustration.

"Hey, need some help." Someone behind me said.

I turn and saw a boy with only sneakers and running shorts on, his defined abs were covered in sweat. He had light blonde hair with flecks of gold in it and blue-green eyes. He ran up to me and grabbed my crutch that had fallen. He handed it to me. I grabbed it without taking away my eyes from him. I started to feel myself blush and I quickly looked back at the car praying he didn't see.

"Um thanks. You didn't need to do that." I said.

"No problem." He said as he flashed his pearly whites.

"Um how come I've never seen you before?" I asked.

"Oh I just moved in about a week ago. I'm just down the street there." He said. He pointed to a pale blue house all the way down the street.

"Oh nice. Well thanks for picking up my crutch." I said.

"Again no problem. See you around." He said with a wink and he ran off. I watched him as he ran down the street and turned around the corner.

"What are you looking at?" Mitch asked.

I jumped a little at his voice. He pulled me back to reality.

"Nothing."

"What's that smile on your face?"

I turned to Mitch now.

"What? I can't smile anymore." I joked with him.

He giggled. "Get in the car girl."

-------------------------------------------------------

We reach the hospital where my appointment is. We get inside and check in and wait in the waiting room. Soon a nurse calls my name and she checks my weight and height and blood pressure and we follow her to an empty room and told us the doctor should be with us shortly.

Sure enough Dr.Brenner walked in about ten minutes later.

"Long time no see. How's my miracle doing?" He asked looking directly at me.

"Good I guess." I replied.

"You look a lot better. I am concerned about your weight. It's not up where I want it to be but I'm sure you'll work on that. Are you still taking your mess?"

"Yup." I respond.

Alright good. I'm gunna take a look at that wound there if you could lift your shirt up please.

I do as told and he gently please away the bandage revealing the stitched up wound that now looks like a big bruise.

"That's healing up beautifully. We should be able to take that out next week. Now are you having any pain or discomfort in your knee?"

"A little here and there but the pain meds help."

"The pains are expected but as long as they're bearable you should be fine." He turns to Mitch now. "Keep her on a steady diet, wouldn't hurt to toss in some junk food just to gain some of that weight back and who doesn't love junk food?" He laughed kinda awkwardly. "Now do you have any questions for me?"

Finally he shut up. I've been dying to ask him.

"Uh yeah I do. It's about dancing. Do you think I'll still be able to get back to it?"

His face fell and his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Rachel it's hard to say. Don't keep your expectations up because it's hard to recover from an injury like this."

I just nodded my head. I could feel Mitch's eyes on me.

"Anymore questions?"

Mitch and I both shake our heads no.

"Alright well you're good to go then. See you next week."

Mitch and I exit the hospital and we drove back home in silence. The whole time I just looked out at the windows. I saw people laughing and smiling. Couples holding hands and kissing. Children holding they're mom's and dad's hands, not having a care in the world and just giggling. Why is it that I can see happiness but can't feel happy? What did I do to deserve a life like this? Is it worth living anymore? If I don't  have dance then I'm nothing. I have nothing. I am nothing.