Silent Suffering
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Adult ++
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Category:
Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,912
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This original, fictional work is the private property of Michelle and cannot be reproduced without permission. Any resemblance to a person, real or fictional is purely coincidental.
Letter from a Savior
Thanks for all the reviews and I am glad ya'll are still enjoying. I had the letter in a different font on my computer but it didn't work here. Dang it.
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The trip to the car in the wheelchair is awkward. Everyone is waving goodbye to you and if not, they’re staring at you. I don’t like the attention. It makes me feel like everyone knows what happened which is ridiculous I know but the feeling is there just the same. I keep my eyes down and use my hair to hide behind. I found out when I went to the bathroom earlier that there are some rather nasty bruises on my face and neck and I’d rather not have people ask me questions or stare at me for real. The doors to hospital slide open and I see Dad standing by his car. Uh… this is going to hurt. I have to duck my way into an Altima with broken ribs. I start to stand but the nurse who has been pushing the wheelchair suddenly lifts me up into the air. My hands instinctually fly around his neck and I thank God Zach brought some of my clothes so that my butt isn’t hanging out of a hospital gown. The nurse sets me down in the car and it’s obvious he’s done this a few times because I’m perfectly settled in my seat with little pain. I’m surprised and I want him to come with to take me up to my dorm. I get the seatbelt buckled with some minor pain flairs from my ribs. Mom, Dad and Zach pile in the car and we set of towards school. After a moments struggle, I manage to get the letter out of pocket. I go ahead and open it, after all I’m not in the hospital am I? I open the envelope and pull out a piece of notebook paper. Opening it up, the first think I notice is how neat the handwriting is.
Hi Michael,
You’re probably wondering how I know your name but I found out from Zach one of the times I came by. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry that you were attacked and I hope that you’re ok. I know that’s not much to say but I feel I should anyways. By the way, my name’s Charlie Anderson. Well Charles technically but I never go by that name. Anyways, I actually wrote this strangely enough to see if you wanted to talk sometime. It doesn’t have to be about what happened, I can understand not wanting to talk about that but we can talk about anything. I don’t know if you do texts but my number is 225-555-6298. My e-mail is c.anderson@Chelle.com and my instant messanger address is imagine11. By the way, I go to LSU with you. Small world huh? Well, get in touch with me if you’d like. I understand if you never do. That’s fine. I do hope to hear from you soon Michael.
Sincerely,
~Charlie
I put down the letter and tap Zach on shoulder. He looks at me and I ask him, is my phone gone too?
“Yeah it is. I’m sorry they stole your stuff Michael.” My face falls.
“Hey Michael.” I look up at my Dad as he talks. “We’re going to get you a new phone and your bank stopped you debit card. They’ve sent you a new one and it should be here in the next few days. We need to get you a new wallet don’t we?” I whistle an ascending note, my version of a vocal yes. “We can take care of that today after we get you to the dorm.” The car ride is dull as nobody, especially not me, feels like talking and I start to doze off.
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I awake when I feel the car slow down and stop. I open my eyes, look out the window and see the dorm building. I sit for a bit and then my door opens with Zach on the other side with the wheelchair. My Dad reaches in for me so I put my hands around his neck so he can get me out of the car. Damn broken ribs and bruised legs. He gets me into the chair not quite as painless as the nurse but for a novice, he does a good job. I look around and see a few people looking in our direction. I cringe back in my chair and hid behind my hair. We wheel up to the door and while Zach is getting out his key to unlock the door, I see a notice on the door. It’s a warning about how an LSU student was attacked recently and to be more careful by walking in groups. It takes a second but I realize the warning is about me. I want to tear it down. It feels like it’s yelling about what happened to the world but I know the feeling is stupid. Nobody knows it was me. Zach gets the door open, and we go to the elevator. Another notice is posted there. Damn it this things need to go away. We pile into the elevator to go to the third floor. I look forward to going to my bed because sitting is starting to hurt and I just want to go to sleep to get away from here. After I e-mail Charlie of course.
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The trip to the car in the wheelchair is awkward. Everyone is waving goodbye to you and if not, they’re staring at you. I don’t like the attention. It makes me feel like everyone knows what happened which is ridiculous I know but the feeling is there just the same. I keep my eyes down and use my hair to hide behind. I found out when I went to the bathroom earlier that there are some rather nasty bruises on my face and neck and I’d rather not have people ask me questions or stare at me for real. The doors to hospital slide open and I see Dad standing by his car. Uh… this is going to hurt. I have to duck my way into an Altima with broken ribs. I start to stand but the nurse who has been pushing the wheelchair suddenly lifts me up into the air. My hands instinctually fly around his neck and I thank God Zach brought some of my clothes so that my butt isn’t hanging out of a hospital gown. The nurse sets me down in the car and it’s obvious he’s done this a few times because I’m perfectly settled in my seat with little pain. I’m surprised and I want him to come with to take me up to my dorm. I get the seatbelt buckled with some minor pain flairs from my ribs. Mom, Dad and Zach pile in the car and we set of towards school. After a moments struggle, I manage to get the letter out of pocket. I go ahead and open it, after all I’m not in the hospital am I? I open the envelope and pull out a piece of notebook paper. Opening it up, the first think I notice is how neat the handwriting is.
Hi Michael,
You’re probably wondering how I know your name but I found out from Zach one of the times I came by. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry that you were attacked and I hope that you’re ok. I know that’s not much to say but I feel I should anyways. By the way, my name’s Charlie Anderson. Well Charles technically but I never go by that name. Anyways, I actually wrote this strangely enough to see if you wanted to talk sometime. It doesn’t have to be about what happened, I can understand not wanting to talk about that but we can talk about anything. I don’t know if you do texts but my number is 225-555-6298. My e-mail is c.anderson@Chelle.com and my instant messanger address is imagine11. By the way, I go to LSU with you. Small world huh? Well, get in touch with me if you’d like. I understand if you never do. That’s fine. I do hope to hear from you soon Michael.
Sincerely,
~Charlie
I put down the letter and tap Zach on shoulder. He looks at me and I ask him, is my phone gone too?
“Yeah it is. I’m sorry they stole your stuff Michael.” My face falls.
“Hey Michael.” I look up at my Dad as he talks. “We’re going to get you a new phone and your bank stopped you debit card. They’ve sent you a new one and it should be here in the next few days. We need to get you a new wallet don’t we?” I whistle an ascending note, my version of a vocal yes. “We can take care of that today after we get you to the dorm.” The car ride is dull as nobody, especially not me, feels like talking and I start to doze off.
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I awake when I feel the car slow down and stop. I open my eyes, look out the window and see the dorm building. I sit for a bit and then my door opens with Zach on the other side with the wheelchair. My Dad reaches in for me so I put my hands around his neck so he can get me out of the car. Damn broken ribs and bruised legs. He gets me into the chair not quite as painless as the nurse but for a novice, he does a good job. I look around and see a few people looking in our direction. I cringe back in my chair and hid behind my hair. We wheel up to the door and while Zach is getting out his key to unlock the door, I see a notice on the door. It’s a warning about how an LSU student was attacked recently and to be more careful by walking in groups. It takes a second but I realize the warning is about me. I want to tear it down. It feels like it’s yelling about what happened to the world but I know the feeling is stupid. Nobody knows it was me. Zach gets the door open, and we go to the elevator. Another notice is posted there. Damn it this things need to go away. We pile into the elevator to go to the third floor. I look forward to going to my bed because sitting is starting to hurt and I just want to go to sleep to get away from here. After I e-mail Charlie of course.