Freak of Society

“You’re very lucky. If your car seat was two inches to the left, you may not have gotten away with what you did.” Of course, at the time I didn’t understand what she meant. The door opened again, and this time a doctor walked through. I asked him what was wrong with my arm.

“Your arm was torn off in the accident. Luckily, we were able to replace it.” I was barely talked to for weeks after that. While recovering, I only talked to doctors, though I begged to see my parents again. It wasn’t until the day I was due to leave the hospital, that I was told they were dead.

I blinked. Suddenly I was back in the school house, my desk surrounded by students, all of them my enemies. I grabbed my arm. No one had ever seen the piece of robotics that lay beneath my sleeve.

Suddenly, a boy rose from his seat. Walking up to my table, he stepped passed the group of minions, and right up to their leader. He shoved him quite hard on the chest, and spoke these words.

        “I’ve listened to this for too long, cut it out. What did she ever do to you?” I didn’t understand this. I had never talked to this boy before. Well, I had never really talked to anyone, not it such a long time. He was the first person to ever really stand up for me.

        “Yea, well, you can’t do anything about it, now can you juvy?” Jackson leered.

        “To hell I can’t!”

        Then the boy punched Jackson right in the nose and the class gasped in unison and their 'Fearless Leader' fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

        "Come on," the boy said gently and gripped my left hand and I was prepared for him to flinch away from the cold and robotic feeling beneath my leather glove but he instead grabbed my second hand as well and raised me to my feet. He wrapped an arm around my soulders and entwined his left hands fingers with my own as if he was trying to show me that he was at ease and did not judge me for my 'deformity' for lack of a better word.

         "Let's go," he said as he lead me from the room and towards the doors where hulking men stood with bland expressions gracing their faces as we left to go wherever this boy led me.