After the truth came out about Nick and David's car accident, no one wants to know David anymore, so when he becomes really ill with his epilepsy, no one cares about it. When he is also in a near death situation, will anyone forgive him?
David Platt sat down on a bench in the park. He had nowhere to stay, nothing to eat so this would have to do tonight.
He was shivering from the cold, and he was sure that his lips would have turned blue by now.
As he lay down to sleep, he hoped that things for him would only get better, because he was not sure how much longer he could live if they got any worse.
I mean, his brother and wife slept together then she got pregnant, he nearly killed his brother, completely wrecked his flat. Then, his family, no the entire street disowned him.
Life couldn't get much worse for him, or could it?
Whilst David was sleeping, back in Coronation Street Gail, his mother was still awake.
She was sitting at the kitchen table, her hands clasped around a now cold mug of coffee.
She couldn't help but wonder what was happening with her youngest child at this current moment.
For all she knew, he could be dead in some dark alley somewhere.
Even though she knew what he did was wrong, she was his mum and she needed to forgive him.
Then again, he'd tried things like this before and what if he tried them again.
Thoughts like these where spinning around her head, when someone switched on the kitchen light.
"Gail?" asked Kylie, pulling her mother in law from the awful daydreams going through her mind.
"I'm scared; I mean what if he's hurt or even dead?" Kylie asked Gail.
Gail didn't speak, she just tightened he grip around the mug in her hands, afraid and scared for David.
Kylie seemed to understand what Gail was thinking, so she just leant down and hugged the poor woman.
The kind gesture made by Kylie seemed to do the trick and Gail soon broke down into tears.
Kylie couldn't stop herself either and within seconds, she was also bawling her eyes out.
The next morning, neither of the ladies decided to get out of bed, but elsewhere in another house on Coronation Street, Leanne Tilsley was getting ready to visit her husband, Nick, in hospital.
She was different to the other two and felt angry.
She had never really liked David, but now she full on detested him for all of the troubles that he had caused for her and her family.
As she walked through the hospital doors, one of the nurses recognised her and pulled her over to the side.
"Ah, Leanne is it; he's been asking to see you all morning!" Leanne smiled at this and followed the other woman into her husband's hospital room.
"Li!" Nick greeted her, a wide grin on his face.
Leanne couldn't help but smile as well as she took her seat in the chair next to his bed.
"I just believe it was David!" Leanne almost shouted "actually, scrap that, I can. He's evil."
"Hey, he was angry." Nick said, trying to be rational and calm like always.
Leanne just sighed.
At the end of her visit, Leanne walked over to one of the nurses that had been assessing Nick's condition.
"When will you be able to discharge him?" Leanne asked the nurse who replied with "As soon as he's well enough." Like always.
Meanwhile in the park, David was just waking up; he was freezing cold in the bitter winds of September.
It was times like this that he wished that he had a coat or jumper or at least a long sleeved t shirt.
But Gail had thrown him out without any of his things.
He was sorry for everything that he had ever done, Nick wasn't meant to get hurt, and surely someone would know that.
At that moment, Leanne, Simon and Max came walking down the path, probably off to feed the ducks.
Neither of the boys saw him, but Leanne did.
She quickly turned around and led the two young boys on a different route to the one that they usually took.
David sighed.
He just wanted a chance to talk to them all, explain and apologise everything that had happened.
Leanne and the boys were now far away out of his view by now and he started to feel funny.
His head started throbbing and everything from the sound of the wind to the screams and shouts of little children slowed down.
He had that same feeling as if he was under water as he usually did.
David fell to the floor, his head making a hard impact on the ground with a sickening crunch.
His body started throbbing and shaking and blood was slowly but surely seeping down the side of his face.
Because of course when he was thrown out with nothing, that also meant none of his medication for his epilepsy, which could be fatal…
I hope it's good enough! Please read and review and I'll crack on with chapter two ASAP! I really do hope that you like it! Also, if anyone knows what number house each family lives in, I'd love to know! Please try and be positive, though I don't really mind an awful lot if you don't like it, criticism is always appreciated, and THANK YOU! J
Poppy xxx
.P.S. The next chapter will be over 1000 words, I promise! :D