I am Death (ongoing)

The Memory of HIS Touch

                Twice, thrice, and fourths, the call wasn’t answered yet, I scan again for another contact, looking for a number of his dad or his siblings, but nothing appeared. Then I decided to call whomever, at least someone who could be related to him. I tried to call ‘Jessica’, thinking she might be his girl, well because she has the only one who has an image in his contacts, so I thought she’s special. =) I was glad that someone picked the phone up, but the sound of voice doesn’t sound to be what I’m expecting.

                “Hello” a voice of a man answered. “Who the hell are you? Why are you calling at this time of the night?” he sounds to be distracted.

                “Ahmm, just wanted to know if this is Jessica’s number.” I nervously asked.

                “Yes! Who are-“the man stops as a new voice talked to the phone. “H-hey, D-Dave? I’m s-sorry that was my f-friend. Ah, w-why did you call?” a woman interrupted in a faltering voice. She must be Jessica’s voice now.

                “Oh, no, it’s not Dave, just a… (What are we, friends?) friend of his.  Eh-“

                “What?! I can’t hear you. Wait, my signal is too low, can you just call some other time, bye” and the call ends. Damn it!

                “Does anyone have a concerned in you?” I asked at the sleeping man but the words just echoed around. I return back the phone on the table and sit in the small space at his bed beside him. I looked at his face again, searching for a reply. What the hell am I thinking? Expecting an answer from a sleeping man? Dah? Come on Death, where’s your head?

                My thoughts were suddenly stopped when I heard the loud rumble in my stomach. Oh gosh! My stomach again! I wasn’t yet eating since I left from my work. Hours had passed, I never felt hungry but now, I can eat anything I could see. =) Perhaps, the adrenalin rush has used too much of energy, even the sugar in my body.

                I jump out of his bed and made my way to the door but suddenly, a quick flash of thought registers in me. How about him? I turn around at his direction and made my way back again at his side. Well, I don’t have the nerve to leave him after all the saving he did for me. But… but my stomach is cursing me!What should I do? =(

The dilemma in my mind made me bit my lower lip. Slowly, I reached at his bed and looked again and again at him, and then a decision has cleared it all.  I decided I must stay not because I owe him something, but rather it’s what I know is right. I should be held responsible in taking care for him since no one knows he was brought in the hospital. If I can resist not eating for days, what about now that it would only take hours, right? Hours of looking at him might be a good satisfaction, and probably, that could ease the hunger. =)

I was literally staring at him again, trying to memorize every outlines in his face but all of a sudden, I was moved at the sight of his hand reaching to get mine. And when he had grasped it, my heart seems to go ‘Superbass’. It throbs so fast it would lose its chains. I caress the place of my heart, mollifying its behavior. Gosh, what’s happening to me!

One, Two, Three minutes until it gets ten, he still hasn’t removed it. I can even feel the soft and warmth of his hands that made me recall something ambiguous from my memories. It’s something about my past. Something I cannot tell exactly if the feeling of his touch was just the same like what I have in my memory. I don’t know if I’m right, but what my brain had searched is a man, a figure of a blurred man that is somehow part of my past.