Jordan:
All I see is white, and for a moment I wonder if I died, if this is the end. Then I realize that is too clichè, and there’s no way I’m getting out that easy. I hear voices, faint, but getting closer. Some warm, familiar, others alien to me, but they don’t matter. I see a face come into focus beside me. Natalia peers over, and smiles openly. She hugs me, a warm squeeze that is welcome for once.
I have to go through a bunch of boring medical procedures, and have to spend the night over, but I am discharged in the morning. Natalia sits with me for a while, helping me catch up in the outside world. I didn’t miss much, but still, a week is a bloody long time to be out; We chat, and I feel a flood of appreciation for her. She tries so hard, and I remain an ass. When I get up, I almost collapse down again, forgetting that it has been a week since I last stood, but she is there to catch me.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and she smiles back, helping me back up.
“No worries, Jordan. You had me worried there.”
And she means it. I can see in her eyes, she really does care.
When I get outside, the glare hits my eyes. I call Chris, but he is at school. I wonder who knows about my awakening; then realise it probably doesn’t matter. I walk home alone, happy to get some peace after a day of restoring my life. I wish I had collapsed wearing my headphones, or carrying a book.
It is odd how little everything has changed; I almost expected my room to be rearranged, or coated in dust. But everything looks the same, as if nothing had happened. I sit at my desk and start to catch up on the work Natalia left for me to catch up on. Just as I am finishing up on science, my phone rings, and I answer to Chris.
“Hey, Jordan, you’re alive! I missed you bro! How’ve you been?” he shouts down the phone.
“Hey, Chris, good to hear from you.” I sigh .”I’ve been okay, I guess. Tad bit unconscious, but okay otherwise. Too much stress, they say. No surprise there.”
“Great, glad to hear it. Hey, I know you are not one for parties, but we want to do something to welcome you back. A get together, of some form. What do you think?”
“I appreciate that, but there’s really no need. Thanks.” I reply.
“No, I insist. Next Saturday. My place.”
I laugh as he hangs up.
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Surrounded by Darkness, yet Enfolded in Light
General FictionIt alternates POV between an extremely depressed boy, and a happy go-lucky girl who wants the best for him. As the story goes on, things may not be as they seem.
