lavender.bones
wanderer
It was funny how your life as you knew it could change in an instant, and everything you'd taken for granted before now seemed so far out of reach. Life wasn't fair, and Avery had learned that the hard way after the car accident which had left him wheel chair bound for the last four months. He'd probably never walk again so they'd said, and with his negative stubborn attitude towards the situation they were probably right. However, he was becoming bored of wallowing in his own self pity which was how he'd spent the majority of his days now.
With his newly found independence gone Avery had moved back in with his parents and become a recluse from even his closest friends, it was apparent that his misery didn't like company. He'd grown considerably thinner, his defined cheek bones more noticeable against his pale skin which the sun had barely touched this summer - a far cry from the usual sun kissed glow that he usually wore so well. Summer was his favorite but in his misery he'd grown to loathe it, along with mostly everything else in his life.
He missed his independence, one thing that he wasn't able to regain right now. It wasn't easy depending on other people, and he certainly wasn't used to it even though it had been nearly five months now since the accident that had flipped his world upside down. The only bright side he could find in the situation at this moment was that he wasn't still in that god forsaken hospital, but being a prisoner in his parent's house didn't seem like too much better of an option. On the bright side he didn't have to deal with any arrogant doctors and nurses, or being poked and prodded at with needles something which he absolutely loathed. Rehab wasn't great either, but it was better than being bed ridden he supposed.
It was early one morning when his parents had informed him that they were moving back to their hometown of Springbrook, and Avery had mixed feelings about the situation. Springbrook represented his old life, so many memories had been left behind there and the most important memory being him. It hurt to think about how he'd left so suddenly, and hadn't bothered to stay in contact even before any of this had happened - he'd been far too busy living the life that he'd thought he'd always wanted far away from his hometown.
Regrets collected within Avery's mind wishing that he would have done things differently, but regretting did nothing for the situation that he found himself in now. He had no choice other than to face the cards he'd been dealt, either alone or by maybe reaching out to some of his old friends and maybe even him.
Somehow his parents had managed to find a house only a couple blocks from where they'd lived before, though the familiar area only made Avery miss his old life even more. He had been spending a lot of time in his room, or his prison as he usually referred to it as. Wallowing in your own misery tended to get old after a while, even if you had every reason to be upset with the world. Avery's green eyes wandered over to his cell phone sitting on the edge of the computer desk which had been virtually untouched for the last four months since he'd become a recluse from even his closest friends.
Maybe he should text him and just see what had been going on since they'd last spoke, the curiosity was beginning to eat at him especially now that he was mentally starting to feel a bit better. Chewing on his lip in debate he grabbed the cell phone searching through his contacts before finding him, what could he really say? Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for the last four months, what have you been up to? Nah, that was too complex instead he texted a simple hey and decided to wait for a reply.
Setting his phone back down on his lap he caught his reflection in the full length mirror on the far side of the room and frowned at the reflection starting back at him, and those lifeless green eyes which used to be so full. His dark brown hair was messy and his face gaunt and lean, adorned with pale skin that hadn't seen the sunlight in months now. What a shame he thought, sighing as his eyes wandered back over to his cell phone wondering if he would get a message back.
With his newly found independence gone Avery had moved back in with his parents and become a recluse from even his closest friends, it was apparent that his misery didn't like company. He'd grown considerably thinner, his defined cheek bones more noticeable against his pale skin which the sun had barely touched this summer - a far cry from the usual sun kissed glow that he usually wore so well. Summer was his favorite but in his misery he'd grown to loathe it, along with mostly everything else in his life.
He missed his independence, one thing that he wasn't able to regain right now. It wasn't easy depending on other people, and he certainly wasn't used to it even though it had been nearly five months now since the accident that had flipped his world upside down. The only bright side he could find in the situation at this moment was that he wasn't still in that god forsaken hospital, but being a prisoner in his parent's house didn't seem like too much better of an option. On the bright side he didn't have to deal with any arrogant doctors and nurses, or being poked and prodded at with needles something which he absolutely loathed. Rehab wasn't great either, but it was better than being bed ridden he supposed.
It was early one morning when his parents had informed him that they were moving back to their hometown of Springbrook, and Avery had mixed feelings about the situation. Springbrook represented his old life, so many memories had been left behind there and the most important memory being him. It hurt to think about how he'd left so suddenly, and hadn't bothered to stay in contact even before any of this had happened - he'd been far too busy living the life that he'd thought he'd always wanted far away from his hometown.
Regrets collected within Avery's mind wishing that he would have done things differently, but regretting did nothing for the situation that he found himself in now. He had no choice other than to face the cards he'd been dealt, either alone or by maybe reaching out to some of his old friends and maybe even him.
Somehow his parents had managed to find a house only a couple blocks from where they'd lived before, though the familiar area only made Avery miss his old life even more. He had been spending a lot of time in his room, or his prison as he usually referred to it as. Wallowing in your own misery tended to get old after a while, even if you had every reason to be upset with the world. Avery's green eyes wandered over to his cell phone sitting on the edge of the computer desk which had been virtually untouched for the last four months since he'd become a recluse from even his closest friends.
Maybe he should text him and just see what had been going on since they'd last spoke, the curiosity was beginning to eat at him especially now that he was mentally starting to feel a bit better. Chewing on his lip in debate he grabbed the cell phone searching through his contacts before finding him, what could he really say? Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for the last four months, what have you been up to? Nah, that was too complex instead he texted a simple hey and decided to wait for a reply.
Setting his phone back down on his lap he caught his reflection in the full length mirror on the far side of the room and frowned at the reflection starting back at him, and those lifeless green eyes which used to be so full. His dark brown hair was messy and his face gaunt and lean, adorned with pale skin that hadn't seen the sunlight in months now. What a shame he thought, sighing as his eyes wandered back over to his cell phone wondering if he would get a message back.
