Slowly Dying

Chapter 52

Nicole's POV

I woke up to see Adam, Amelia and Stacey besides me. Amelia signed something to me which Adam later translated. She was asking if I was okay and I replied 'yes'.

"How did you break your leg?" Adam asked.

"I tumbled over the chair," I replied.

"God, you're clumsy," he said, making Stacey laugh.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. The bottom of my leg was casted. I groaned on how hard it'd be to move around. I let my head fall back down on the pillow. I saw Dr. Porter come in.

"Hi Nicole, everything is looking good and as soon as your ready, I can get a physiotherapist and a nurse to come and help you walk with crutches, this is only temporary. You'll only have to use them for about 2-3 weeks, your lucky that your leg wasn't broken from the top otherwise it would've taken 8 weeks at least to heal, so you tell us when your ready and that will start," he said, walking towards the door.

"Wait, I'm ready now, I want to go home as soon as," I said, making him stop.

"That's brilliant, I'll see if I can get a physiotherapist down within the hour," he said, leaving the room.

"Where's Mum and Dad?" I asked Stacey.

"They're at work, I've told them you've broken your leg, Mark ate the food that he got you, he's gone out to get you something to eat," she said.

Stacey's phone was ringing and she picked it up.

"Mark want to know what you want from McDonald's," she said.

"Tell him to get me some fries and any burger," I told her.

"How about you, Adam? Ask Amelia as well," she said.

"Amelia wants a cheese burger and get me a happy meal, thanks," Adam said.

"Okay, Adam wants a happy meal and Amelia wants a cheeseburger," Stacey said to Mark.

"Really? A happy meal?" I asked him.

"Excuse me! Don't say anything against happy meals," Adam yelped.

A lady came into the room with a nurse.

"Hi, I'm Jane, I'll be helping you to get started with using crutches, they look pretty easy but some people find them difficult to use, if you are not able to use them at the end of our session then we'll carry on till the end of the week but if you still can't use them then you'll have to use a wheelchair," she said.

"Okay," I replied.

I sat out of bed. The other lady gave me the crutches and I put my arms on the handle. Jane helped up and I stood on the ground with one foot with the other hovering in the air.

"Okay, so put the crutches forward first then you lift your leg and you can come forward," she instructed me.

That's what I did and I managed to get the hang of it. It was pretty easy. I then sat back on the bed and she filled in a form she had in her hand.

"Everything's good and you should be able to go home once the doctor comes back and discharges you," she said.

She left the room and Mark came in. He had food in his hand and he gave us all what we wanted. Everyone munched on their food and I ate my burger and fries. Mum came in and she came and hugged me.

"I can't believe you've gone and broken your leg!" She said.

"She's clumsy as hell," Stacey said.

"Excuse me, I'm not clumsy," I said to her.

Dr. Porter came in and checked everything. He advised me to stay another night but I told him that I really wanted to go home and he discharged me, advising me to take it slow and to get plenty of rest.

I used the crutches to help me walk and I walked out the hospital and Mum took me home. I went straight upstairs which was tiring. I went to my room and my phone was on the desk. It was switched off.

I turned it on and I had dozen of messages from the people that hated me. Mum told me no one knew I was kidnapped at school. She said that was good so I didn't get too much attention and he overwhelmed by everything and have another panic attack. I actually don't think that I will have another one. He prescribed me some tablets and if I was to have a panic attack or feel it coming then I should take one of them.

I grabbed the knife from the cupboard and I sat on the bed and cut myself. The knife dug deep into my skin. It was deep enough for me to feel it. Relief flooded me and I felt better every cut I did. I took off the two bandage that was covering my other scars and I looked at them. They were a reminder of everything that Chloe had done to me. These new scars will remind me of how much pain Chloe had put me through these past days and how my own family didn't believe me because of her manipulation.

I pulled my sleeves down, not caring that my arms were still bleeding. I went to bed and fell asleep straight away.

She was alone and sad. She knew that there was no way out and she was clinging to any little hope there was. Sadly, deep down she knew that it would never get better. That it would never be okay again. She was the girl that was slowly dying...

________________________________

I'm hungry as hell. I'm starving actually. I want pizza.

I'm in school ekk. I'm so pissed off with all the fucked up teachers at my school. They actually fuck my life up so much. I'm skipping next lesson. Ciao X