'We Live On Front Porches And Swing Life Away...', chapter 1
I was looking out at the blue morning sky, only looked away for a second and lost my balance on my open window sill and fell. I landed the wrong way on my wrist and then a sharp pain came to my inner hip.
"Mommy!?!" I asked childishly urgent.
"What's wrong?!" She came running into my room. Jack, my step-dad, was already gone. I was crying,
"My wrist, I think I broke it!" I sobbed holding my wrist. I suddenly started bleeding from my side.
"Oh my god we've got to get you to the hospital!" She urged, helping me up. She grabbed a clean towel and held it to my bleeding side. We drove to the hospital, and by then I was passed out.
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I wake up to snoring in the next bed. I was sitting in an uncomfortable position, so I tried moving, but a pain from my bandaged side made me stop. I gasped, whimpered, and gave up. Tears welled up in my eyes, and black tears fell from my eyes, obviously from my eyeliner. I looked at my wrist that ad a brace on it to keep it straight. I must have sprained it.
The nurse came in with 2 trays of food. The guy in the next bed was still out, so the nurse woke him up. She set down our food trays she started to leave.
"Nurse!?" I pleaded.
"Yes, Miss Green?" She came up to my bedside.
"When ever I try to get up, it hurts because of my cut, can you help me?" I asked nicely.
"Sure thing sweetie!" She said, and had a country twang to her voice. She helped me and then walked out.
"Sure thang sweetay!" I imitated the nurse under my breath, pushing away the stuff I didn't like, I only liked the jell-o.
"Nice imitation," My room mate snickered.
"Thanks," I replied embarrassed.
"So," He popped a square of Jell-O in his mouth, "What are you in for?"
"Fell off my window sill, landed on my wrist the wrong way, open pen jabs into my side so I'm told, and I pass out on the way here." I explained.
"Wow...I'm only here for really, really, really bad food poisoning. I wouldn't stop puking and I had ass exploding diarrhea at the same time." He explained and I burst out laughing.
"So, what's your name?" I asked after I stopped laughing.
"Tré, everyone calls me Tré." He replied, looking at me, "What's your name?"
"Piper, but everyone calls me Frankie," I said back, he laughed slightly.
"What? You don't like my nickname? I'm insulted!"
"No, my son's name is Franky."
"Your son? How old are you?"
"How old are you?" He asked in a seductive manner, raising his eyebrows in an evil manner.
"Perv, I asked you first."
"Forty-three."
"Sixteen."
"So is my son, and daughter," He reached over for his wallet to show me his kids, "Here," He handed me two pictures, one of a girl looking a bit like Tré with long hair, and a boy looking creepily like Tré. I handed them back to him and then I got a sharp pain in my stitched up cut. I gasped and bit my lip.
"Can't cry, can't cry, can't cry!" I said under my breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Pain, stitching, can't cry!" I mumbled in pain.
"It's okay, trust me, I've seen enough crying over the years," he said, so I did.
"Mommy!?!" I asked childishly urgent.
"What's wrong?!" She came running into my room. Jack, my step-dad, was already gone. I was crying,
"My wrist, I think I broke it!" I sobbed holding my wrist. I suddenly started bleeding from my side.
"Oh my god we've got to get you to the hospital!" She urged, helping me up. She grabbed a clean towel and held it to my bleeding side. We drove to the hospital, and by then I was passed out.
--
I wake up to snoring in the next bed. I was sitting in an uncomfortable position, so I tried moving, but a pain from my bandaged side made me stop. I gasped, whimpered, and gave up. Tears welled up in my eyes, and black tears fell from my eyes, obviously from my eyeliner. I looked at my wrist that ad a brace on it to keep it straight. I must have sprained it.
The nurse came in with 2 trays of food. The guy in the next bed was still out, so the nurse woke him up. She set down our food trays she started to leave.
"Nurse!?" I pleaded.
"Yes, Miss Green?" She came up to my bedside.
"When ever I try to get up, it hurts because of my cut, can you help me?" I asked nicely.
"Sure thing sweetie!" She said, and had a country twang to her voice. She helped me and then walked out.
"Sure thang sweetay!" I imitated the nurse under my breath, pushing away the stuff I didn't like, I only liked the jell-o.
"Nice imitation," My room mate snickered.
"Thanks," I replied embarrassed.
"So," He popped a square of Jell-O in his mouth, "What are you in for?"
"Fell off my window sill, landed on my wrist the wrong way, open pen jabs into my side so I'm told, and I pass out on the way here." I explained.
"Wow...I'm only here for really, really, really bad food poisoning. I wouldn't stop puking and I had ass exploding diarrhea at the same time." He explained and I burst out laughing.
"So, what's your name?" I asked after I stopped laughing.
"Tré, everyone calls me Tré." He replied, looking at me, "What's your name?"
"Piper, but everyone calls me Frankie," I said back, he laughed slightly.
"What? You don't like my nickname? I'm insulted!"
"No, my son's name is Franky."
"Your son? How old are you?"
"How old are you?" He asked in a seductive manner, raising his eyebrows in an evil manner.
"Perv, I asked you first."
"Forty-three."
"Sixteen."
"So is my son, and daughter," He reached over for his wallet to show me his kids, "Here," He handed me two pictures, one of a girl looking a bit like Tré with long hair, and a boy looking creepily like Tré. I handed them back to him and then I got a sharp pain in my stitched up cut. I gasped and bit my lip.
"Can't cry, can't cry, can't cry!" I said under my breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Pain, stitching, can't cry!" I mumbled in pain.
"It's okay, trust me, I've seen enough crying over the years," he said, so I did.
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