All Alone: Chapter 24
All Alone
Copyright © 2013 by JD
Authors Note: This story you are about to read is one of emotions. I have laughed, got angry, cried, and even depressed while writing this story! Most of all, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you the reader will enjoy it as much as I did. For those who would like to email me, you can reach me at johndazel@hotmail.com. Please remember that if you like the stories here on Nifty to donate whatever you can to help keep this wonderful site up and running.
Now on to my generic disclaimer!-
The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
Chapter 24: Monday November 25th, 2013 – Morning
The next morning, as promised, Mrs. Jackson showed up while I was eating my breakfast. I don't know why I allowed her, but when Mrs. Jackson took over my own attempt at feeding myself, I never said a thing. I just laid in my bed, chewing each bite, as she fed me. As soon as my breakfast was finished she set the tray aside.
"Do you need to be changed?" Mrs. Jackson asked in a helpful manner.
I was a little embarrassed at the question and surprised that she knew I was still in a diaper. Ever since last night, the hospital staff has kept me in diapers. When they came in to change my wet diaper before I went to sleep last night, I begged the chance to be allowed to sit on the toilet and do number 2. I guess I wasn't prepared to have to deal with the embarrassment over another messy diaper. The nursing staff tried to tell me not to worry if it did happen, but they still had someone carry me to the toilet. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do much even though I tried for about 15 or so minutes trying to empty my bowels. A small turd was all that slipped out of me and a short burst of pee.
As soon as I was taken back to bed, I was put into another diaper for the night.
That night I had more nightmares and once again saw my mom and friends murdered in front of my eyes. I again was chased all over by the killer. Because of this, I again woke up screaming in terror. Again I was given something which helped calm me down and fall back to sleep. This time though, I don't remember my dreams. Shortly before I did fall back to sleep, my sopping wet diaper was changed. I of course had peed on myself in my dream and of course was doing it as well in real life as I slept.
Later that morning when I woke up I remembered the events of how I once again woke up screaming in the middle of the night. I also quickly realized that my diaper was very full feeling and that I had again messed myself. When the nurse came in to change me that morning she informed me that the medicine I was given last night was probably what made me poop myself. I was given the opportunity of being taken to the toilet again but I was sure I was empty and didn't want to put them through all the trouble again for nothing. Instead I just laid there silently while they re-diapered me.
While the nurse was taping me into my clean diaper, another nurse entered the room and went into the closed area next to me. It was then that I suddenly remembered that I had someone else in the room with me.
"I didn't disturb the person next to me last night?" I asked my nurse.
"Oh no Honey. That patient is in a coma right now. We are sure that the patient will eventually come out but right now it is too early to tell. So you are okay."
As the nurse said this, I felt real sorry for my roommate as I was sure being burned as badly as the person was, had to be extremely excruciating. I guess in a way they were lucky to not being able to feel the pain right now.
It wasn't that much longer after this that my breakfast came and then Mrs. Jackson arrived. So as I was saying, Mrs. Jackson was wondering if I needed changed but since I had just been changed no more than a couple hours ago, I shook my head.
"Are you positive?" She asked.
"Well, I was just changed not too long ago so I should be okay." I tried to explain to her.
I guess she didn't believe me as she pulled my bedding down and proceeded to slip a finger in the side of my diaper. As I felt it lightly brush the side of my... Well... you know what I mean. Anyway, she truly surprised me when she claimed I was soaked.
"But I don't even remember wetting it!" I argued worriedly.
It was bad enough that I was having trouble making it to the toilet, but to know that I wet myself without even realizing it, that was a whole new embarrassment!
"Well, it is." Mrs. Jackson proclaimed. "I will go get the nurse and let her know." Mrs. Jackson said calmly and did not sound upset at all.
I found myself wondering if I were Adam her son, if she would still be this understanding of my accident. You see, the only reason I could come up with for her not being upset was because she was told that couldn't be. It never occurred to me that Mrs. Jackson could have realized that maybe, just maybe, that she was wrong all these years when it came to Adam's bedwetting.
When Mrs. Jackson came back, she had a nurse with her, who was also pushing the now familiar diaper cart. When the nurse started to go ahead and remove my wet diaper, Mrs. Jackson got up to leave.
Now don't ask me why I did it, maybe it was because Mrs. Jackson was the closest thing to a mom that I now had. Maybe it had something to do with her attitude change and how she was making me feel better with her presence. Whatever the reason was, I begged her not to leave. I think what it came down to it; I just think I didn't want to be alone. Yes the nurse was there and technically speaking I am not alone, but she was not a familiar person to me and right then I craved familiarity!
"Mrs. Jackson please stay!" I cried out to her.
When she turned around and came back to my side. I held out my hand which she grasped firmly and as she did this, I found a warm feeling come from her and travel up my arm and into my heart. Yes I was still incredibly sad about my mom but whether it was due to the drugs or the fact that maybe I was starting to accept it, I was now beginning to feel a little better. Especially with her here with me. Now if you had told me back when I first came to the Jacksons that I would ever feel this way towards Mrs. Jackson, I would have laughed in your face.
I have now decided that I jumped to conclusions way too early and because of this, was just at fault over everything as she had been.
"Mrs. Jackson, I am really sorry how I have been towards you. I haven't given you a chance since I got to your place." I then started to tear up a little and when Mrs. Jackson smiled at me, I for the first time saw the good mother in her.
"Don't you worry about a thing Jamie." I then saw tears form in her own eyes as she said what she did next. "Jamie, you will always be welcome and have a home with us." She then picked up a box of Kleenex that was on the stand next to my bed and handed me a few. She then took a couple for herself and dabbed at her eyes. "Jamie, I was hoping that you would call me Ruth from now on. It is my first name and Mrs. Jackson sounds so impersonal." From that moment on, Mrs. Jackson was Ruth to me, and later Mr. Jackson became Al.
I was afraid as the afternoon came that Ruth would have to leave. Instead, she stayed with me until Mary my case worker showed up. Ruth and Mary talked in whispers for a bit before Ruth left the room to give me a few moments alone with Mary.
"Mrs. Jackson has informed me that you two have bonded." Mary said happily.
I nodded my head, "She wants me to call her Ruth now." I informed her.
Mary beamed at me. "I don't want to get your hopes up or anything, but she has just requested if they could keep you permanently."
"You mean adopt me?!" I asked excitedly. I actually found that I really liked this idea. "If so can I?"
"Well like I said, I don't want to get your hopes up, but, I don't see why not." Mary than sat on my bed and grasped my hand. "I know they could never replace your Mother Jamie, but they would like to try their best to do so."
When Mary brought my mother up, I again began to cry. It was then that I still realized that I didn't know what had happened.
"Mary, how did my mother die?" I asked her quietly.
"Oh Jamie, I really hope you never find out the details of it! It is just plain awful." Mary said protectively.
"But I need to know!" I complained.
After much pleading, Mary finally broke and gave me the summarized version.
"The other day, a man was picked up on suspicion of several murders. When he was questioned over them, he was more than cooperative. You see..." Mary stopped here as she saw tears streaming down my face.
"Please Mary, go on." I begged.
After another moment's hesitation, Mary continued. "You see, the man killed several women and kept a trophy from each of them." Mary must have noticed the puzzled look on my face. "A trophy... A trinket or something that belonged to each of the women he killed. Anyway, he admitted to killing your mother and had her driver's license." Again Mary stopped. "Honey, the rest is just gruesome, all you need to know is that the man will be put away forever and won't hurt anyone again." At this, she refused to tell me anymore.
The sadness was overpowering and I again found myself bawling as Mary held me and tried her best to comfort me. I cried for several minutes and by the time my tears came to an end, Ruth had come back in the room.
Ruth smiled at me and asked, "Do feel up to some guests?"
Wiping my tears away with a tissue, I nodded my head. Ruth than called out, "It's okay!"
When I saw my guests enter, I smiled real big. It was Mr. Jackson (Al), Adam and Jessie, and also Jessie's friends. The ones I had met a little over week ago at the mall. For the next hour or so, my room was full of laughter. As I laughed with my new family and friends, I started to realize something. I knew now, that I would never again be ... All Alone!
The End!
Authors Note: I wanted to let those know who have been following this story that it originally wasn't intended to end where it did. At least it was my full intention to bring child and mother back together. In fact, I even set the stage on how to do this. Unfortunately, as I was writing the end of Chapter 24, I felt the story had come to its final conclusion. I felt that if I had continued the way I had planned, it would turn a story with a realistic feel, to one of complete nonsense. Still for those who might be wondering, it was my intention of revealing that the person, who was rooming currently with Jamie; was none other than his own mother. She had gone through her own tragic ordeal and even though she was badly burned, she managed to escape death. Now, how this all happened would be anyone's guess. And this was where my problems kept cropping up. How could I really realistically bring Jamie's mother back from the dead? How could I explain her sudden appearance in Jamie's hospital room? What is the likelihood that any of that could even happen? Of course we already have to bend reality a little in order to bring these stories to life. The trouble is, where do you stop bending. In the end, I decided I couldn't bend it that far. So, I sidestep the whole question and left the reader the ability to come up with their own conclusion. For some of you, that may be something you would prefer. This way, if you wish to believe that the mother is alive, you can. Or for those who may be happy with Jamie's new life, you can see a future for him with the Jacksons. So, I the author, leave the final conclusion up to you, the reader!
I am considering a special Christmas installment of All Alone that would be more of an update to Jamie's life then an actual tale. If you would like to see this, please let me know. I am also interested in any ideas that you would like to see the new Christmas installment to contain. I will entertain all ideas so be creative! Again, you can contact me at johndazel@hotmail.com Please also remember to check out my other stories here under JD/John Dazel - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#johndazel
JD
September 14th, 2013