Chapter FourShocked and scared was the only thing I was feeling in the hospital bed. The bullet did not hit because I dunked. I just love human instinct. The man who shot the gun was gone as soon as he shot the bullet the cop said. I knew he just did not want to run.
Rain pelted the windows as I stared out of them. I was here two days and someone wrecks my room and shoots at my head. I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them I will be in Florida again. Hoping to run down the beach laughing as my mother tries to catch me. Hoping to sit in the sand, letting the cold ocean water go over my feet at night as the moon is like a spotlight on the endless ocean.
I open my eyes to see my father leaning on the wall smiling. “Hey. Sleep any better than I did?” I stared at him. He lost his smile and frowned and I instantly felt horrible. “I’m sorry dad.” He looked down and nodded his head. I patted a spot on the bed and he walked over and brushed the hair out of my eyes.
“I remember when we got you home from the hospital after you were born you didn’t cry. You just stayed in your mother’s lap holding her finger sleeping. We thought something was wrong so we drove you back to the hospital and as soon as we were inside you started crying. You would not stop, so your mother went back home to grab a toy as the nurses and I tried our best to make you quiet.
When your mother came, she did not bring a toy, but a shell from the ocean instead. As soon as she put that shell in your hand you stopped crying.” My father reached into his pocket and took out a necklace with a single pink shell on it. I took it in my hands and smiled. I looked up at my father’s face and smiled. “Thank you,” I said in a horse whisper.
After the nurses did one more check on me they released me. My father grabbed my stuff and threw them into the back of our car. My hand kept going up to the necklace that one of the nurses helped put on. I looked up at the now pure blue sky and thought to myself, everything will be alright.
