-Stacy-
Chapter 7:
I keep thinking to myself, why, why, why?
Why did everything have to happen to me?
First, a lost sister, then, a dead father, and now this inconceivable uncle of mine? Now I'm just laying here, on this hard bed, with this man I don't even know anymore. But, why am I just sitting here? I stood up from the bed and got my clothes.
"What are you doing, Steph?" Jesse looked at me. "The doctor said you couldn't go home until next week."
"Why do you even care what I do? You don't care for DJ, why would you care for me then? Huh?" I just stared at him with my mouth open and walked away and slammed the bathroom door and I started to change. It was pretty hard, because of all these cuts I got from that accident. Then, all of a sudden, someone very important came up in my head. My dad, that's d-dead. The room was complete silence.
Dad, why did you have to leave me? Now, I'm left with nothing. Please, help me, Dad. Help me.
Stephanie put the toilet seat down. She sat and cried for a little more than twenty minutes. Then, she heard a slight knock.
"Go away, I don't want to see you anymore!" I started screaming with tears dripping down my ruined face.
"It's me, Stephanie. Doctor Stevens."
I slowly got up and walked to the door. And, I turned the handle and got out of the bathroom. "What do you want?"
Jesse suddenly got up and hugged me tight. "Steph, I was heartbroken to hear you cry like that...I-"
"GET OFF OF ME!" I suddenly pulled away and stumbled backwards to the wall.
"Steph, I was just...-"
"No, Uncle Jesse, please don't say anything. Just leave," I turned away disappointingly.
"I just wanted to-, never mind, bye, Steph," Jesse left peacefully and so did Doctor Stevens.
I don't know why, but I kind of regret the horrible things I said to Uncle Jesse. I mean he took care of me all these years and now he's just being all weird. If Deej isn't alive unfortunately, then who am I to live? I needed to find DJ quick, I just had to. I started putting my coat and put on the ugly slippers that the hospital gave you and I had no other shoes, so whatever. I looked out of my room door and looked both ways to see if anyone was there. The coast was clear. I started tiptoe-ing to the exit quickly and quietly. Then I felt someone grab my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see who it was. It was an old man, a very old man. "Excuse me, who are you?" I asked.
"Honey, it's me, Grandpa Dave." the old man replied.
"Uh, I don't have a Grandpa Dave."
"Of course you do, Betty." He smiled big with his false teeth. Then I realized that he was just a stranger and not my Grandpa Dave. Whew.
"Sorry, Grandpa, but I have to go, I'll see you later, 'kay?" I lied.
"Okay, Betty, I'll see you in my room later." Grandpa Dave said.
I ran away as fast as possible to the door. I didn't care if anyone saw me anymore. I wanted to find my sister, and fast. Who knows what could have happened to her while I was unconscious. I was finally out the door and luckily no one saw me, except the old ladies who were watching soap operas in the entertainment room. Odd.
Why me? Why did it have to be me that got in the car crash? Why did I have to tell my dad about DJ? Why did I have to DJ's sister? Why can't this all be just a nightmare and not real? Why...
My stomach was growling and I wanted food. I couldn't stand the food the hospital gave me. It was old like Grandpa Dave. I saw a mini pizza store across the street and I ran there. There were no cars at all. What time was it? It was almost pitch black out without all the streetlights. I went in the store and smelled the delicious smell of pizza. Then I realized that I had no money. I went back out before anyone saw me in the store quickly. I looked around for some dirty hobo clothes so it would obviously make me look like a hobo. Aha, I saw some in the dirty garbage can. Wow, that was some miracle. I put it on trying to hold my breath at the same time. I can't believe I was doing this, but I was desperate for food. I walked in the store and I saw some people back away from the stench of the hobo clothes. I walked up to the cashier trying to act poor.
"Can me have pizza please?" I tried to sound like a foreign hobo now. Wow. I'm pathetic.
The cashier clogged her nose, "Ugh! Just take it!" She threw the pizza at me and I smiled.
"Thank you! Thank you!" I ran out in a jiffy. I gobbled up the pizza in no more than two seconds.
Okay, now I had to find DJ. But, how am I going to find her in this big city. She could be anywhere! Or even dead...
What am I going to do?
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