Chapter 1

Bam lay in bed with a pathetic pout on his lips and water in his eyes. There were streaks running down his face and he looked like he had his heart ripped from his chest. He held one hand beneath the pillow and held onto the top of the blanket with the other hand. He lay there motionless even once some one came into the room.

"Bam come on. It's time for you to get out of bed now." Said Jenn as she reached the foot of the bed

"What's the point?"

"You've been lying in bed since you came home yesterday."

"So what?"

"Bam come on, you're starting to worry me. Now please get out of bed."

"Why should I? It's not like things are going to change if I get out of bed. I'm better off right here and you know it."

"Bam I'm not going to stand here and watch you feel sorry for yourself." She argued

"Fine then leave."

"Bam you're being ridiculous!"

"I am not!" He looked away from her as more tears rolled out of his eyes

"Knock, knock." Said April, standing in the door way. "Is it alright for us to come in?"

"Why not? Bring everyone in! Invite all of West Chester while you're at it!" Bam said with a sniff. "Let every one see how pathetic my life had become."

"Bam," April said, reaching the side of the bed "You're not pathetic and you know that. Now get these thoughts out of your head." She wiped some of his tears away

"Don't touch me. I can at least wipe my own tears, Ape."

"Bam you really need to get out of bed. We don't want to see you wasting your life away over this one setback." Said Phil

"Setback?" Bam snorted "My broken foot was a setback. My, my battle with Anorexia was a setback. This is… this is a…" He was so upset that he couldn't finish his sentence

"Even so, Bam, you can't just stay in bed. You have to move on from this like everything else, and continue with your life."

"So what, Phil, are you going to give me a pep talk now?" He asked gruffly, as he pulled himself into sitting position

"Maybe I will, Brandon." He said, putting a special emphasis on "Brandon" "You have to stop crying over this and get back to being Bam. The Bam I know wouldn't lie around in bed being depressed over this. The Bam I know would get up and face the world like nothing happened."

"You want me out of bed so fucking badly? You all want me out of bed? Well fine!"

He pulled the blanket off of him and scooted closer to the edge of the bed so he could hang his legs off the side. He then reached over and grabbed the chair that was next to the bed and with all of his strength he placed himself into the chair. His face was read and he huffed to catch his breath as he looked up at the three of them.

"There! I got out of bed. Are you happy now?" He asked with a slightly trembling lip.

Bam looked down into his lap as he wheeled himself around to the other side of the bed.

"I don't see why you wanted me out of bed so bad. You know I can't do anything, now that I'm in this fucking wheelchair."

"Bam that's not true, "Said April "You can still do lot's of things just like you used to do."

"Yeah? Well I can't fucking skateboard in a wheelchair! Tell me how I'm supposed to do that." He wheeled himself out the door

"Bam come back," Jenn started to say

"No. Everyone please leave me alone."

Bam managed to make his way to the pool table by himself and he set up a one person game. He hit the cue ball and watched it roll across the table, barely bumping into one of the colored balls. He let the end of his pool stick hit the floor next to the wheel of his chair, and held it loosely in his hand. His head rested against the stick and he stared at the table. A single tear rolled down his nose as he sat there. One of the cats hopped up onto his lat and purred. He looked down at the can and lightly placed his hand on the cat's back, softly stroking its fur.