this is my first fiction. i own nothing to do with the oc although i wish i did. unbeated. its going to be AU start of season 3.don't know about romantic interests yet.
He sat there. 6 months 5 days and 3 weeks later. This was the day he was going to change. The day when all the promises. He had made to him. Were going to become true.
He now understood why his mum could never last past 6 months and his dad never tried. But today he was going to change because he had to. Because he had no other option.
He chuckled to himself. How ironic. He made it through 21years of his life. Past the broken bones the cut faces the bruised ribs. Then this happened Because he had to play the hero be a little bit more like him, because he tried to help someone, Because that night was going over and over in his head.
He got off the bed and scrambled to the chair that he knew was close. He hated this. He was dependant. He'd never been this in his whole life. Not as far back as he could remember. Well as soon as he turned 11 he had a wife and a son to look after. Thanks for that dad. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't even go to the bathroom on his own. But after 5 days he could scramble from the bed to the chair. The chair facing the window, the window looking out on to the landscape. The breeze it let in was heaven on earth. And after 5 days that was something. Maybe in another 5 he could reach the door on his own.
"Come on Mr Atwood back to bed"
"Please five more minutes" he whined.
Well if he was dependant. He had nothing else left to lose.
"You're going to get me in trouble"
"Thank you" he grinned back at her. His charm on show.
He'd been here 5 days and she was one of the only ones he liked. He liked her because she respected him. Most of the others treated him like a child. Well he might be only able to do child things. But he had an adult mind and that was going crazy with boredom.
He'd always been the active one. The one doing things. But regardless of what people said. He was just as smart as his brother. And his SATS would have been just as good but he never made it to the test on time. Mum was on one of his binges and she couldn't be left alone. Another reason on a list of many on why she was a useless mother.
He shook his head. There was no point thinking about that now. That was the past. He had to forget it and look to the future. But man he could use a cigarette. The breeze was just going to make him want it more.
He sighed. He closed the window. And then scrambled back to his bed. Just as she walked in.
"Thank you. Mr Atwood I knew there was a reason I liked you. You always do what I ask even if you don't want to. Sleep well" the nurse smiled. "Click" and she must have flipped a switch. He never could understand why they turned it on. It's not as if he would have noticed. Trey Atwood laid down facing the door. Old habits die hard he thought to himself. It's not as he could defend himself anyway. Not when all he could see was black.
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