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Mason
3 months. Not a call. Not a letter. I wondered how Mykah was doing every day. It was my fault. It was my fault she was in the condition she was in. Paralyzed... my baby was paralyzed from the waist down. She wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of her life. If I would've just told her the truth, then we wouldn't be in this predicament now. It should've been me. I should be in that hospital bed, not her. And then the fact that my mother just decided it was ok to un enroll me out of college just blows my mind. Even at my big age, I still get treated like a child. I hate it here. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even realize my mother was calling my name.
"Yeah ma?" I searched my bed for my glasses and put them on. My sight had improved over the past 3 months. I could only see with either my glasses or contacts in, but my sight still wasn't really that good. Things were still blurry for me, but blurry sight is better than no sight at all, I guess.
"Come down for breakfast." She called back but I didn't move. I wasn't hungry. In fact, I hated it here. Yeah, Hawaii was beautiful, and I woke up to the beach every day, but it wasn't where I wanted to be. My brother was still in Chicago. I wondered what he was doing. He never called either. Almost as if he had fallen off the face of the earth.
"Mason." I snapped out of my thoughts and my mother was standing in the doorway of my room. "Did you hear me? I said-"
"I'm not hungry ma." I cut her off.
"Why not? Is everything ok?"
"I'm fine ma. Damn." I only whispered the last word, and she nodded her head while staring at me. "I need you to go to the store for me. I need some fresh fruit for the fruit salad I'm going to make and I need..."
Everything else just seemed to go into one ear and out the other. I swear she talks too damn much.
"Mason! Are you hearing me?!"
"Yeah ma. I heard you." I sat still on the bed still staring off into space.
"No you didn't because I clearly told you to go right now."
"Can I get out the bed first? Does everything need to be done this minute?"
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" She walked into my room and put her hand on her hip.
"Nobody. My bad." I simply apologized. I didn't even wanna get into it with her.
She sighed and shook her head. "I know you're going through it right now but I'm still your mother. Treat me as such." I just looked at her and got up off the bed, my 6'2 frame towering over her.
