Author's Note: Hi! It's me Black Aeon! I'm not gonna change the story, I'm just changing the structure cause I think it looks bad and hard to read. So, don't fret, I'm not changing it anything but the sentence and paragraph and body structure. Thanks!
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CHAPTER 2
Jesse's P.O.V.
"Mr. Spelling, I have some good and bad news for you. The good news is that your recovering very quickly and that you can leave next week. I'm sorry to have to say this, but, the bad news is that after you got shot, one of the bullets struck a nerve in your legs. So, I'm afraid to say that you will be in a wheelchair for a while until we can find a way to make you able to walk again. I'm sorry."
Those were the words that hit me like a ton of bricks. That was a year ago though. Now, I can walk, but, I don't think that I'll ever be the same after that fateful day. The day that I, Jesse James Spelling, could've died. I was so stupid to run away, but, it was all my fault. Only because I was so fucking scared. So scared. I keep on thinking about that day, when I could've died, over and over again.
Everyone's worried that I might do something stupid, like commit suicide or something. I know that they're worried, I guess I'm greatful for that. But, I don't need pity. I, I just want to find a way to get through this and put all of this behind me.
As corny and mushy as this may sound, I want to have someone that I can call my own. I want a girlfriend that I can hold, kiss, make love to, and talk to. I don't want just another fucktoy that I can use till I'm bored with them. I want, someone who can help me get through this ordeal and tell me that everything's gonna be all right. I wanna be loved more than ever.
Even though it may not seem like it, but, I've always been jealous of Dom. Why? Probably because he's the most luckiest guy to have so many admirers and have Letty. Now, don't get me wrong, I mean, they're a great couple. They're meant to be. It's just that, I wish I was just like Dom.
Someone to love, someone to wake up to every morning. Sometimes, I wish, I just had the nerve to just walk up to a woman and tell her how I feel. But I don't, so I can't. I guess I'm not meant for love. I guess I was just born to be the computer wiz and car expert. Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened if I had died that day. I guess dieing would've been better than being all alone. I wish, I could find someone out there just for me. I want to be in love and never lose the feeling.
Guess that will never happen though.
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End of chapter