From The Wrong Class.

Fighting Solves Nothing

I wake up but keep my eyes closed. Everything hurts. Suddenly, I hear a whole lot of voices who are a tad too loud, even though I'm sure they're talking normally. I groan and the voices stop. I open my eyes, but quickly snap them shut again. "T-too...bright." "Shut the lights off!" Yelled a voice. I wince. "Too...l-loud." "Shut up doofus!" Whispered another voice. I open my eyes and frown when I see a crowd of people surrounding me. I find myself suddenly unable to breathe. "I...I can't...too many...people..!" I hear Beck shooing everyone a good distance away. I'm still mad at him, but I'm glad he's doing this for me. I sit up, grabbing my head. "What happened, and why does my head hurt so much?" Beck kneels by me and quietly says, "After you stormed off, you walked right onto the field in the middle of tackle football. You got tackled. A lot. I panicked because I know how you hate small places, so I tried to get everyone off you. I'm quite lanky so that didn't work. I had to get Jacob and some other jocks to help. I'm so glad that you're alright, Chris!" I sigh. He has tears in his eyes. He was really worried. "I'm fine, Beckie. I was just a little upset. I'll be fine." I bring him into a hug and all I can hear is him repeating, "I'm sorry. Sorry. So sorry." I hug him tighter to my chest. He's like the brother I've never had, I hate when he's like this. It's then that I realize that we aren't anywhere I recognize. "Beckie, where are we..?" He stiffens. "Please don't be mad at me Chrissy...please. W-we're at Jacob's house. In Jacob's room." I look around and see Jacob, Evan, Ms. Anderson, and a few other jocks and students from school. I feel my face get warmer. "I'm fine. You can all go home. I need to go home as well." I pull the covers off and stand up, before screaming in pain and falling back on the bed. Beck, Ms. Anderson, Jacob, and Evan surround me. I hear a whimper escape my throat as tears sting my eyes. "W-what's wrong w-w-with me?" Beck cries into my stomach. "Y-your leg is broken, Chrissy. I'm sorry I forgot to say that." I sit up slightly. "C-can somebody help me get home?" Ms. Anderson shakes her head, a sad expression on her face. "You got a note on your door saying that you've been evicted. We moved all your stuff into our house so you're welcome to stay here as long as you want." I feel more tears arise. "W-what about Butterball? Is she okay?" Evan speaks up. "Yes, she's fine! I have her in my room, so she won't try to hop on you and mess up your leg any more." I nod and blink back the tears. "Thank you, Evan. Thank you, Ms. Anderson. Thank you, Beckie. Um...thanks, Jacob. For letting me borrow your room for this short amount of time. Ms. Anderson, is there anywhere I might be able to sleep?" She nods. "First off, call me Sandy. Second, we have the guest bedroom. Plenty of space. How would you like for your friend to stay in your room for a few nights?" Beck nods vigorously, before turning to me with pleading eyes. I sigh. "I would like that." I glance to the side when I hear a slight growl. Jacob is glaring at me. I squirm slightly. His eyes shift and soften. Is Beck related to Jacob? Maybe it's just because he's crying..? I roll my eyes at my over thinking. "Beck, can you help me?" He nods and helps me up. I resist the urge to cry. It hurts so much. Beck turns a bit. "Hey, Chrissy? Would you mind if Jacob helped take you to the guest room?" I sigh and wave my hand dismissively. Next thing I know, I'm in Jacob's arms, princess style. I zone out a couple of times from the sheer pain from earlier. Soon, I am on a soft bed. I mumble a thank you and wince when my broken leg is being propped up. "Agh! S-sorry! Don't mind me!" I pant slightly. Jacob seems a little off. I wonder what his problem is. Sandy and Evan walk in. Evan hooks something on the ceiling, and Sandy puts a sort of hammock underneath my leg, elevating it. It was then, that I noticed that my entire right leg was wrapped in bandages. I'm still wearing the basketball shorts from P.E., but the shirt is gone and replaced with a more baggy one. I squirm a bit, uncomfortable with the thought of someone changing me. Before I could question anyone about it, Beck is next to me, snuggling into my side. I turn to Sandy. "Excuse me, is school still happening?" I feel Beck stiffen. Evan and Jacob exchange looks. Sandy sighs, sadly. "It's Christmas break. You've been in a coma for three months. Your leg should've healed by now, but unfortunately, we could not find out why it hadn't." I feel tears sting my eyes. "I...I missed my birthday? And Christmas?" Evan shakes his head. "No! You woke up just in time! It's December the 23rd! Happy birthday, Chris!" Beck nods. "Happy birthday, Chrissy." Sandy smiles weakly. "Happy birthday, dear." Jacob crosses his arms and looks away. "Happy birthday...Chris." I'm appalled. Did he just use my real name? "Thank you. Everyone." Evan bounces excitedly. "We have birthday presents for you!" To say I'm shocked is an understatement. I attempt to refuse their offers, but they won't listen. I sigh. Evan got me a new pack of pokemon cards and a hug, Beck gave me free hug coupons and a small lava lamp, Sandy bought me another puppy(who I named Burnt Toast or BT, given her brown and black fur) and a kiss on the forehead, and Jacob got me a pokemon game and a ruffling of my hair. I feel so...um...what's the word? Loved? Yeah, I feel so loved. All these gifts are so thoughtful. I start to tear up again. I bury my head in a pillow and cry. I can hear them all trying to find out what's wrong with me. My voice comes out muffled by the pillow and my sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm just so...happy. I haven't celebrated my birthday with anyone for ten years." Beck wraps his arms around me and shushes me.