Fight Camp by mtz.reader.1029 (reading books for 7 year olds txt) 📕

might think that your boyfriend would cheat on you with your friend.’
‘They always do.’ I said.
‘Why?’
‘They always say I’m too intimidating for them, if you want to know my old boyfriends here you go.’ I tossed him my phone.
‘Check out the pictures and see how happy I was with them and look at me now. Do it somewhere else now.’ I told Damon.
He left.
I turned to my side and looked at the wall with many holes I made. I closed my eyes and I took a nap. I woke up and looked around. My room was all clean and my mattress was on my bed. I looked around the room some more and noticed the hole in the walls were still there. My dresser was still in it’s place I noticed something on top of it. I never put anything on top of it.
I got up, grabbed my crutches, and made my way to my dresser. On my dresser was a note. I picked it up and read it. It said:
Demon you do look happy in those photos but are you sure they cheated on you they don’t look like they would do that to you. Anyways we cleaned up your room cause there are too many obstacles in your life already and we needed to clean them up so we made a few phone calls and cleaned up everything in your past life. Old boyfriends have been dealt with did you know they still call you, text you, and send you mail (we found the letters while cleaning up your room). Hunter and Gabriel are still gonna be around though and your friend are back at camp by the time you find this letter. And one more thing I could never forget the day you beat up that kid in first grade for me because he was calling me boogerbrain. Love-Damon
I smiled at the end of the letter.
I went downstairs.
Damon was down there and all my ex-boyfriends, including Hunter and Gabriel. I stood there in the living room stunned.
‘Demon please don’t be mad.’ Damon said.
‘Why shouldn’t I be? You bring in all the guys that hurt me including you.’ I said to Damon.
‘How did I hurt you?’
‘Do you listen to me? You told mom and dad that I can fight.’
‘Anyways, the reason is to discuss something.’
‘No I’m not going through this again I’m done with everything why can’t you just get that through your head.’ I said then I went out the front door.
As I was walking across the street a car was coming but I didn’t see it. It hit me. I rolled onto the hood then fell back onto the road. I heard someone yelling for help and I knew that it was the driver then minutes later I heard running. I was trying to keep awake because my mind was trying to shut down. I didn’t want to die not like this.
‘DEMON DEMON!!!!’ Damon yelled. He got to me.
‘Demon.’ he said softly. I saw tears in his eyes.
‘Damon.’ I said weakly.
‘I never meant to hurt you.’
‘I know. I never meant to hurt you either. I guess I got my wish, I never want anything to hurt me ever again.’
‘When did you wish that?’
‘When I was walking home from the hospital and was done with everything and never wanted to be a part of something again.’
‘Hold on.’ he said.
‘I don’t think I can. I’m holding on with my remaining strength just to talk with you. But I don’t want to die I don’t want to die yet not like this.’ I said then I fainted.
I woke up in a hospital bed. I heard the monitor’s beeping and people snoring. I looked around to see my parents sleeping in chairs and Damon sleeping on the floor apparently on a sleeping blanket. I moved but found myself some limp. I took off the sheet to see the damage. I had a cast covering my whole leg with my broken ankle. I found my stomach covered with bandages. My arms has some bruises on them and I felt my face to find some stitches on my forehead and cheek.
I got cold so I covered myself with the sheet again. The door opened and the doctor came in. He saw me awake and the others asleep.
‘Nice to see you regain conciousness.’
‘I feel awful.’ I whispered.
‘well I wouldn’t be surprised you were really close to death. You put up a hell of a fight. Any normal person would be in the morgue but you, you held on with all your strength.’
‘I didn’t want to die like that, I didn’t want to die with guilt.’
‘That’s a very good reason. Anyways you will be going home today and will be in a wheelchair cause you are not well enough to walk yet.’
‘ok.’
‘As soon as your mom wakes up ask her to help you into those clothes and get you home.’
‘All right. Bye.’
‘bye.’
The doctor left I reached halfway out of my bed and reached for my clothes. I got them and started putting them on then my mom woke up and helped me with the rest. At home my brother accepted me as me and now I don’t really feel like killing him only because I’m in a cast, funny how that works out huh.
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Publication Date: 01-30-2011

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