Chapter 2- Afterwards

It's been awhile since the first day I was at the hospital. Two weeks and a day to be exact. They had me do a walking exercise to see how my left rib was doing. Apparently, a metal piece of a car got stuck in the side of me, and broke one of my hip bones. And that brings me to the conclusion of the day of the crash. I was in a car accident with Alexa and the twins.

I just wanted to get out of this place. It brang bad memories back of when my mom and I rushed to the hospital to see dad, and hear his last words. That day I remembered clearly. That day was the last time I heard my dad's breath...

"Your doing good." The doctor said as I limp around the room. His voice broke my horrible memory. I hated this doctor. He was acting like everything was okay, but it really wasn't. "Just a few more days and I think you'll be good to go."

A few more days?! I've been here for a long while, and he's telling me a few more days? I think I'm good to go.

I sigh and didn't respond to him. I was also kind of glad I was leaving soon. The doctor must be happy too. I've been nothing but a pain in the butt.

I sit back down and sigh, my curly hair messier than ever. I didn't say a word to the doctor that day. I just didn't really feel like talking to him. I just felt guilty for possibly putting Alexia and the twins in the hospital, too.

All day, I feel like sleeping, so I lay down once the doctor was on. I flick on the TV to the cartoon station. I watch the screen to get my mind off of the car accident. I laid my head down on the pillow and yawned. Eventually I feel fast asleep.

. . .

Surprisingly, the next day they let me go! I was so relieved. My mom came to pick me up. She had a smile on her face, but I could tell she was really sad. I know she was sad because I was in the hospital, but there was really no reason to be sad. I was out of the hospital and good as new. Only I still had to wear crutches.

I then gave my mom a big hug. I missed her.

We walked into the elevator an dressed the button that read, 'Loby'. We walk out of the elevator, me in crutches.

When we exited my hospital room, we went to the front desk to sign out. The person at the front desk told us to visit the doctor's office every week to check in on my rib. They suggested for me to see a therapist, but I didn't see a point in that.

We left quickly and walk to our white mini van. My mom got into the car, and I got into the passenger side.

"Anthem?" she asked. I look at her and bit my lip.

"Yes mom?" I could tell something was up.

"Maybe you should consider seeing a therapist. Maybe it could-" "No mom!" I shout. "There is no point in that whatsoever! I'm perfectly fine!" If it was up to me, I would set up an appointment for my MOM to see a therapist. She has been sad ever since dad died, for obvious reasons. I mean, I was sad too, but this affected mom more than it did me.

I barely knew my dad. He always stayed indoors, and was never the dad to make it to my dance practices. He always worked on his job.

I cross my arms and look out my window. If I said another word, I would explode in tears. My mom looked over at me.

"I'm sorry."

And that was the last thing we said to each other all night.

The next morning I woke up around 7:30 a.m. I pick up my phone, expecting another text from Alexa asking if I can drive her and the twins to school. But there was no text.

Then I came into reality once again and realize she is probably in the hospital...because of me. I shiver at the thought of it. I really hope I was the only one who got hurt in the accident.

I set my phone down on my nightstand and look into the mirror. I glare at my reflection. I lazily get up and go to my bathroom. I turn on the shower to rinse down my curly red mess on top of my head.

After the shower, I run a quick brush through my hair and get dressed into some white shorts and a blue jacket. I manage to do all of those things with my injured hip.

I limp out of my room, my crutches helping me walk. I get into my kitchen with dark purple walls and white wood furniture. There was a table in the corner of the room where my mother sits. I smile at her.

"Why are you up so early?" she asked. To be honest, I could be asking her the same question.

"I don't know..I'm so used to going to school.." I tap my chin. "I don't have to go, right? At least not today.."

Mother nods her head twice. "Of course. You can settle here for a week, or at least until your hip gets better." I smile at that. She typed something on her computer, which was sitting right next to her.

I frown a little as I nod back. "Alright..I'm hungry..Did you make breakfast?" My mom shut down her computer.

"No, I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while. Why don't we go out to breakfast?" I smile at that. This is the first time since dad died that she opened up to me. I nod, already running to get my shoes.

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