"fine. if i can't get a job, let me at least volunteer somewhere."
"indie, the answers no."
"dad, anywhere would be fine, i need to feel like i'm contributing to the world."
"fine."
"fine?"
"i'll talk to nancy and ask her if there are any tasks she needs help with."
"nancy? as in nancy from the hospital. dad are you crazy, i can't volunteer there."
"it's the only place where i trust you to be safe. and i'd be good for you, helping people out and all."
"these seizures shouldn't control my life."
"they aren't controlling your life. you do and that's why you should decide, yes or no."
"fine."
as much as i disliked that place, i needed to get out; socialize for once.
"great, i'll give nancy a call."
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
