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I was finally discharged from the hospital after a few hours of sitting around, eating weird hospital vending machine foods and watching the boring local channels. Austin had never once left from my bed, he sat beside me, kissing me and holding me all up until it was time to leave. Sergeant McKinnon had signed the papers for me and told me I was free to go. Kellin grabbed my things and Vic and Austin helped me from the bed and into a wheelchair for whatever purpose it served.

"You ready to go kid?" Sergeant McKinnon asked, I nodded and felt the wheelchair being pushed forward. I was wheeled from the room I had stayed in and into the elevator before being taken outside. I managed to stand up on my own, biting my lip to keep from making any noises. It still hurt so much to move, sometimes it hurt to breathe but it manageable.

Sergeant McKinnon drove me back to the orphanage although I wished I was never going back. When he pulled up front, I stared at the haunting building. I didn't want to return to that stupid place, and as saddening as it was, I wanted to go back to my normal life...or what was a little bit normal of it. Either way, I didn't want to be here, if that weren't very obvious, but it's not like I could exactly go anywhere right now. I had to be eighteen in order to be on my own and I was far from that.

"Alright kid, just give me a call if you need anything, and I'll be by on Thursday to take you to your check up." Sergeant McKinnon said. I sighed and nodded, saying a goodbye to him before getting out of the car. Kellin came from inside, hurrying down the stairs to help me inside. As much as I really hated being helped for things, I couldn't tell him to go away, because for once, I actually needed someone to help me.

He helped me inside and led me to the couch where I sat down and sighed loudly, running fingers through my hair. The t.v. was on and running some cartoons for the little kids who were gathered on the floor in front of it.

"Do you need anything?" Kellin asked.

"No, I'm good." I muttered.

"You sure?" He asked, I sighed again and nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said. He nodded and left, heading upstairs. I stayed sat there, slumped against the cushions and watched as Tom tried to run Jerry over with a bowling ball, only for it to fail and hit him instead.

Eventually I grew bored and messed with my cast, rubbing my fingers across the hard material. I wanted something to do instead of sitting around, I had had enough of that for the last couple of hours, but I couldn't exactly go outside or move around because it hurt so damn much. Everything in my body ached with the slightest movement and it sucked.

Thankfully, though, after a couple of hours of just sitting there, Austin came down the stairs, looking around the living room until his eyes landed on me and a big smile grew on his face. He walked over to me and sat down, kissing my forehead.

"Sorry, I would have came down sooner but I kind of fell asleep." He mumbled sheepishly. I grinned and shrugged.

"It's fine, I haven't been down here for long." I told him, he nodded and smiled, kissing my forehead again.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes, like really hungry." I said, he laughed and stood up.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because, no one's down here besides the littler kids and I doubt they'd want to make me an entire plate of food."

Austin snorted and left me for the kitchen. He didn't return until a few minutes later with two plates of pizza slices. I smiled at him as he sat down, handing me one of the plates. Instantly I began to eat, saying a thank you with a mouthful, but Austin didn't seem to mind. He just smiled at me and ate his. We continued to watch t.v. together until it became nighttime. Once we both grew tired Austin helped me up the stairs and to my room, kissing me goodnight before leaving to his room.

I laid down on my bed, hearing both Jaime and Kellin snoring their heads off. Honestly it felt comforting. I was no longer alone in a room with four walls that scared me. I wasn't able to hear every little movement that went on outside the room and I couldn't hear other patients coughing or the haunting sound of a flat line down the hall. For once I found myself being able to sleep well with the loud snores and the grumbling from the two of whom I shared a room with. It was odd, but it was so wonderful.

As painful as it was, I kept tossing and turning, or what I could do to toss and turn. I had to either sleep on my side that didn't have my broken arm, my back or my stomach, and neither of those three positions were comfortable for me. I just couldn't seem to get relaxed enough to fall asleep, and it definitely wasn't helping with the haunting thoughts in the back of my mind.

Somewhere inside of me I felt like I deserved to have every bone in my body broke. I felt like I deserved what I got a couple of days ago, but then again I didn't. I've always tried to escape for the nightmare of a father for the many years that my mom had left us, but I had nowhere else to go but there to that sickening place. I wanted to know when the nightmares and haunting thoughts would end. I wanted to be able to wake up in the middle of night without having a nightmare, I didn't want to be scared for if there was going to be a next time something like this happened. I wanted to be normal, just a little bit. I wished I had a better family and that I still wasn't in the stupid place, even if I had found friends that cared for me more than anyone else before, I wanted to be that kid who came home from school and was greeted by his loving mother and father, but that was a long gone dream now over. That happened when I was six, and even then it only lasted for a couple of months.

I just had to face the facts, no matter how much I didn't want to admit it. My family was no more, I was now on my own and I would eventually find myself with a new family (if that ever happened) and I would just have to get over it.

I sighed and turned to my stomach, burying my face in the cool pillows and closing my eyes. My thoughts wouldn't cease and I had a feeling it was going to be a very long, long night.

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well this certainly isn't as long as it usually is, so I'm sorry.

I've had major writes block for the last couple of days, although I've been writing on this.

but how would you all feel if I said I'm thinking about posting a new Cashby?

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