I was in the blond boy's room. I could see him asleep in his bed, stitches ruining his nearly smooth skin. He was bruised and broken, but alive.
"Mn...Saza no..."
His mother lightly took his hand, "Nick? Honey?"
"Ma...?" His tired eyes slowly opened "Where...Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital hun."
"Hospital..?!"
"There was an accident...You were knocked out, but you're okay now. It's all okay now."
"Where's Saza?!?"
"Oh Nickie...Saza-" Tears started to form in her eyes.
"I wanna see her!" He was on the verge of screaming and bawling.
"Saza didn't make the trip to the hospital..."
"N-no! You're lying!"
"Nickl please stop yelling."
He held his face in his hands, trying not to scream.
"She...She can't be gone..."
"I can't believe it either, but right now you need to calm down...Okay?"
"O-okay..."
*present time* I starred up at him. My Nickie. He remembered me after all this time. I looked down at my own hands, I could see the floor through them. I really was dead. Nickl started to leave, I jumped out from my hiding spot to stop him. But I couldn't. I tried and tried with all my might to pull his shirt or even slam the door...I even tried to walk out the door with him. There was an energy field of sorts blocking me from leaving. I watched him close the door behind him, leaving me alone in the dark. I might have been a twenty two year old spirit, but that didn't mean I wasn't still a child who was afraid of being alone in the dark. I slid down the door, If I could cry, I'd be sobbing.
"Goodbye...My little blond boy..."
