The Art of Revenge

30 - Home Sweet Home

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 A month later.... I'm alive!

Sorry about the super late upload. LIke I said before, I was on a 2 week long vacation in late decemember and the day after I got home, my laptop crashed! I do have a family computer but all it does is freeze and take forever so updating was practically impossible.

But now my laptop is fixed and I can update again! Im sorry about making you guys wait so long but hopefully you'll enjoy the chapter :)

PS: Another dance from the Dance Bash in the sidebar! It's the Juniors dance :)

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     I felt as if I were watching a movie. A completely terrifying real-life version of a movie, that is.

            I was in the shed the day of the fire and I was watching it from the outside. I followed Jace with my eyes as he ran inside, dodging the fire in such a dramatic way that it couldn’t possibly be real. He slid down next to my unconscious body then caressed my face with a look filled with so much compassion and sorrow.

            What he didn’t see and I did was the roof of the shed caving in. I tried to call out to him but no words escaped my mouth no matter how hard I screamed. Finally, the roof caved it and just before it hit us, I woke up with a scream.

            My nurse, Gretchen, came running in and soothed me by telling me the same old things. It was just a dream, I’m safe, I’m no longer there, and so on. The only good thing today was that I was finally able to go home. After weeks in the hospital, hours of physical therapy (That still needs to go on even though I’ll be home), countless visits from the doctor, horrible hospital food, and explaining the same story a million times, I’m able to leave this place and go back to where I belong.

            Dillon had called the hospital and said that he was just getting everything ready for my homecoming. I needed my bed to be lowered so it would be easier for me to get in and out of it every morning because I still can’t support myself that much with the broken leg and burns. I was to be put into a wheel chair until I could fully walk without any problems and I had come to the hospital for weekly checkups. I really didn’t care what I had to do as long as I got to go home.

            So after the doctors checked me out and said farewell, Gretchen helped me get dressed in some clothes that Dillon had brought me and then lowered me down into my wheelchair. When she wheeled me out of my now empty hospital room, Dillon and Jace were in the hallway listening to my main doctor explain something to them. Dillon, who obviously wasn’t taking in anything he was saying, was stroking his imaginary beard with a considering look on his face.

            “Yes, doctor,” He spoke in an English accent. “I do understand.”

            I rolled my eyes at him while Jace smacked him then murmured his apologies to the doctor before assuring him that he knew what to do. The duo turned to me with bright smiles then took me away from Gretchen. I said thank you to her for everything and let my brother and Jace wheel me out of the hospital and into the fresh air. A wide smile spread across my face as I breathed in. The scent of freshly cut grass filled my senses and I had to stop myself from rolling around in it.

            The ride to my house involved Dillon chattering excitedly, Jace listening to him, and me staring out the window in awe. After being in the hospital for almost a month—both conscious and unconscious—it was weird being out here. The last time I had been down this road was the time right after my big solo at the Dance Bash. So many things have happened since then that it’s hard to believe it. I’m basically a whole new person inside and out.