I had another headache. This one was bad. I called my mom at work and told her. She called the doctor and he phoned in a prescription for the stuff they gave me in the hospital. She left her shift, which I felt guilty about, ran to the pharmacy, and brought the bottle of pills home to me.
I didn't take the meds, though. I didn't like how that shit made me feel. I didn't tell her this. I wouldn't want her to think her efforts were wasted. I just thanked her as she headed back out to the hospital.
Instead I took a bunch of Advil and got an ice pack out of the freezer. I went to my room and laid down, putting the ice pack on my forehead.
I started counting.
Usually the Advil started to kick in before I'd make it to 1000.
This time it did not.
I didn't even realize I was crying from the pain until I felt the dampness of the pillow on my neck.
They said the headaches would start to go away at some point. I'd been home for two months. Why was I still getting them two to three times a week? How was I going to deal with this at school?
I decided to imagine a scenario in my head. I pictured the car that hit me. I didn't really know what it looked like, so I made up an image. I envisioned it driving off as I lay in the street. It was speeding down the road, probably going twice the speed limit. Suddenly the driver lost control and hit a street light pole. The car burst into flames; I watched it burn.
This comforted me a little.
Yeah, I know that made me a horrible person. You should never want anyone to die. And honestly, I didn't really feel this way, but imagining the asshole who hurt me going up in flames did please me a tiny bit.
My mom made me talk to a therapist about my dreams and my anger. The therapist said I was putting all my resentment about getting hurt on the driver. Come on, wasn't that person responsible? She said I should avoid that bitterness, because it wasn't healthy. It could impede my healing. Also, if they never catch who did it, that anger will fester.
She said I should forgive the person and move on. Focus on getting better.
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Hit & Run [Shawn Mendes]Fanfiction
Accidents happen. 17 year old Joslyn Grant is struck by a car after work one night. The driver flees the scene, leaving Joslyn injured in the road. Over time, she recovers physically. She thinks she is over the whole incident until another hit and r...