Waiting

19

I haven't spoken to Dave ever since the incident with him and Adam. I always meant to get back to his text messages, but I never really had the time to.

"DAVE!!!!!!!" I squealed while painfully getting out of my bed. I ran to him and squeezed the life out of him. He coughed and chuckled. It hasn't been a long time but I could already see a shadow of facial hair. I didn't forgive him for not taking the time to visit me, but I couldn't hold a grudge against him. He's all I have left.

"Hey sissy" he laughed, handing me my flowers. There was an awkward moment of silence as I painfully hopped back on my bed. "Why haven't you been answering my texts?" He asked immediately.

"I never got to it" I shrugged. If I wasn't going to get angry about him never bothering to visit, he shouldn't get mad at me for not answering a damn text. In case he hasn't noticed, I'm on a hospital bed for a reason.

"You didn't even bother to skim through it?"

"Nope. Why are you even getting mad at me anyway? We've only got each other in case you haven't noticed."

"Well if you would've focused on your family for a damn second and read my texts, I wouldn't be here right now."

Now I knew the truth. He didn't want to be here. Whatever was in those stupid texts was so important to him that he had to show up. Regardless of what happened to me, he wouldn't of showed up.

Suddenly, all of those sad and depressing thoughts I had towards him turned into anger. I reserved all of this love and kindness towards him only for him to toss it away like it was nothing.

"WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT THEN!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I took the flowers and threw it on the floor. Flowers was his only approach of saying hi? Even Adam would come up with a better approach. That is, if he were to show up.

Dave quietly crouched down and began to pick up the flowers. Carefully, he placed them back in the wrapper and gave me a stern look.

He was really pissed, but so was I. Hearing that the tragic shit I witnessed in the past permanently scarred me for life, and have him come to make things even worse wasn't delightful.

"The flowers weren't for you. They're for your mother. Our mother. If you kept your damn mouth quiet them maybe we would've gone to see her on her birthday. Which is today. I took the time to plan a special annual ceremony for her. But yet this is the way you react."

My lips began to tremble. Slowly, I took my fists and moved it close to my face, staring at it. Without hesitation, I forcefully punched myself in the face.

How could I be so stupid to forget something as important as this was? Here I was thinking about ending my life when I should be lucky I woke up in the first place. I couldn't even remember my own mother's birthday. She was my rock. I loved her with everything and she's gone.

So what if shit was happening to me? My mom suffered more than I did but always had time for me. I couldn't even take the time to remember my other half gone forever. If it wasn't for Dave standing in front of me, I would've done worse.

"What are you doing Tori?" He asked sincerely while checking to see if I was okay. He began to panic while looking in the cabinet for any first aid kits.

A weak smile spread on my face, but was quickly replaced with pain. Shit hurt like a bitch. Not only was there blood trickling down my nose, but I had a few open cuts on my knuckles covered with gushing blood.

"I was so stupid to forget about my family and focus on my personal life. I was selfish and put my needs before both of yours. All this time I was angry about you not showing up for visitations when you was caring about the one thing I was so oblivious too. I can't stand being here, Dave. It's making me turn into someone I don't want to be."

I thought that being here could help me forget about what happened in the past. I thought it would be a chance to start over and be my old self again. But, it was all bullshit. The only thing it did was make me focus on my hatred for myself and others instead of reminding myself of who I love the most and the people who care about me.

Dave walked over to the side of my hospital bed and placed an ice pack on my nose. He then took a wet towel and put that on my bleeding hand.

"It's okay Tori, I promise" he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't take it out on yourself sis, it's not your fault. I know that ever since mom died, the weight on your shoulder only got heavier. I'm here to take some of it off."

"Thanks Dave, but I did let myself get carried away by the minor things. I'm trying to stop, but I don't think I can" I admitted.

"Don't worry now T. Lets get you ready so we can head out." I nodded and got out of the bed. I rushed to my room and quickly put on a nice casual outfit and ran back.

Usually, on occasions like this, Dave and I snuck out to visit a special location where my mom was buried. It cost a lot of money to have a spot reserved for her, but it was all definitely worth it. She was always worth it.

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ADAM POV

Well this sucked.

I was currently in Dr Lenner's personal office, searching for evidence to prove my point. My theory was that Dr Lenner was a psychopath. I knew from the strange interest he took in Tori. Here's what I found so far.

I noticed an article on federal law stuff. Since I have been listening on his interesting conversations with Tori, I picked up on the fact that he used to be involved with the law enforcement. So I'm guessing he's an under cover cop.
Or even better, a secret agent. Maybe I can find a job as an agent and kick ass with him someday.

Speaking of Tori, I wonder how she's doing. I contacted Teresa for an update on her health. I can't believe she has PTSD. I really need to see her, but the point of doing this was to help her. I wanted to be able to help her without physically being there. No matter how hard I tried, there was something about my appearance that triggered some kind of anger from her. Her appearance however, made my dark life full of brightness and happiness on the inside, even if it was for five seconds until she's slap me or something.

But Dr Lenner? There was something dangerous about him and I now made it my personal job to find out who he was.

I knew that some of my actions hurt Tori, but Dr Lenner was capable of doing much more. She was used to my ways. Especially after hearing something as devastating as that, whatever Harold was doing would only make things worse for her.

I picked up my evidence and checked the room twice to make sure I didn't leave anything behind. If I did then he would make whatever he was hiding even harder to find. I turned off the light and ran to Tori's room.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed she wasn't there. Oh no. What if she committed suicide? What if she ran away? So many negative thoughts over flowed through my head and panic took full control. I cared too much to see her seriously hurt.

It was all my fault. She cut because of me. And when I found out, I was too stupid to do anything about it. I never tried to stop her, I just made her want to continue to cut.

While I was walking around the room, I saw something on the floor. As I leaned closer to see it, I noticed a smudged wallet size version of a mug shot.

Because I was so worried about Tori, I quickly picked it up and ran back to my room. I then shoved it in one of my drawers and wrote down on a sticky note 'remember to check evidence in third drawer'. This was daily business for me. I wrote notes down everywhere. It wasn't easy for me to remember the simple things everybody else does.

Once I was done, I turned off the light and ran outside. I needed to quickly go to the store and pick up some stuff for her for when she came back. I didn't care if I had to wait until she came back. As long as she came back, I was happy. Tori was always worth the wait. Always.