A/N I was going to type this out a few days ago but my headphones broke and I cannot write without my muzic e_e
sooo instead I wrote it all down in my psychology class ^-^ enjoy...
In less than thirty minutes I was able to convince this "Mr. Pearson" guy, whoever he was, that I had only shot my father to defend myself. Which, really, wasn't a complete lie. I did have to modify the story a little bit to stay completely free of trouble. I managed to look and sound sincere throughout the whole thing. Not once did I slip up.
Plus, having an innocent child's face and a broken body really worked to my advantage.
"Alright, Mail, I understand." says Mr. Pearson. He has a really sad look in his eyes, he pities me. "I just have to finish up some paperwork and in a few weeks when you get released from here we'll be able to get you settled into a nice orphanage. I'm going to let you get some rest now." And with one last sad, but genuine smile, Mr. Pearson walks out of the room.
I smile back and nod at him as he leaves. When the door closes I lay back down on the bed, I expect I'll be left alone for the rest of the day now.
"Hello again Mail, now then...let's see how you're doing, yes? I wouldn't worry much if I were you. You're guaranteed to make a full recovery in no time at all." The doctor says whilst laughing and checking a few of the machines. I sigh and try to tune out his awkward attempt at making cheery small talk.
Finally, he leaves the room and I lay back down to sleep.
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It only takes a few weeks for me to completely heal up. I felt fine after just a handful of days, but I was still kept in the hospital so the doctor could be "100% sure" that I was okay.
Today is the day I'm finally going to be released. The doctor had instructed me to wait in the lobby until my ride was here and after a quick trip to the cafeteria I did just that. Sitting still is pretty much impossible for me to do. I'm just so excited about going to the nice orphanage Mr. Pearson had mentioned when I first met him. I wonder what it's going to be like. what the kids there are going to be like. Will any of them like video games? Will the orphanage even have video games? I sure hope so...
I imagine it'll be like a huge sleepover. Staying up late, eating junk food, and just messing around with friends.
Or maybe it'll be like a big family.
While I'm busying fantasizing about what the orphanage would be like, Mr. Pearson finally arrived at the hospital to pick me up. After a quick greeting he hands me a carrying bag full of clothes.
I take one last look around the hospital, let out a happy sigh, then quickly walk to catch up with Mr. Pearson who's heading towards his car.
A/N: superrrr short, yes I know I'M SORRY D: ...I just moved into a new house a few days ago and I cant seem to find the notebook I wrote this chapter in so I had to write from memory. It's also really late, my excuse for that is...well, I was just being lazy xD ...anywhoo, it's almost Christmas, so MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm gonna try to update one more time before 2012. :)
