Hope and Love
Kyrin Anderson
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The week I got out of the hospital Ryder made sure to keep me home and he tended my every need. Freaky if you ask me, but then Ryder is more like a brother than cousin. I've been home for two weeks now and I'm slowly going crazy just laying in bed all day.
I wake up in bed to see Ryder walking in. "Hey Reed, are you ok? Feeling any better?" He asks with worry. I nod my head to ease some of his emotional pain.
"I should get ready."
"Ready for what?"
"School. What else?"
"Oh hell no. You are not going to school. Your..."
"Exactly. I need to go to school. I've missed too much already." I sigh and he growls before mumbling fine and leaving the room to let me get ready. I wince as I get off the bed stumbling towards the dresser to grab some clothes. I grab a white shirt, leather pants and a black leather jacket. I walk over to the mirror adjusting my lip rings.
I'm like the whole emo packet. Heh. Don't judge. I walk out of the room and head towards the kitchen. When I walk in and Ryder turns around and his mouth gapes open.
"You look fuckin amazing!" He says as his eyes scan my body. Then worry goes back into his eyes. "Are you sure you're fine enough to go to school?"
I nod my head once again. "Let's go. I want to talk to my teacher when I first get there." He nods and we walk out the door, locking it behind us. I get into the passenger seat and turn the music on full blast.
We blast out to the music reaching the school parking lot in a matter of minutes. Getting out of the car Flyer, Connor and Claire come running over crowding me in a big hug.
"Can't. Breath." My voice is hoarse.
Everyone lets go looking a little sluggish. "So.....how are you?" Clair finally questions patting my shoulder.
"Fine. I've been better." I sigh looking at each of my friends.
"That's good. We've missed you!" Connor speaks up.
"Hey, wait.. where's Mark?" I question when I notice he wasn't here.
"Oh...Umm Mark hasn't been seen ever since you went into the hospital." Clair mumbles. "I've contacted him and he said he wants to be left alone, he can't stand seeing you like that." A shot of pain shoots through my body making me feel all numb inside.
"I... I hope he comes back." I sigh worry written all over my face. Mark was my closest friend out of em all so he knew a little bit about what was going on, and I knew he cut when he was stressed or worried or scared. And this differently qualifies in the scared category.
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