Pain, suffering, and Jesus / Tom Koulitz

"LIGHT, HOSPITAL"

I've never felt so relieved. All pain has gone, and I'm happy again. Nothing terrible will happen to me, and I will live happily. A white light appeared. I see a human shape coming towards me. "Who is there?" I asked. I didn't feel scared. The light was so bright that I couldn't see the face.

When it was close enough, I could finally see something. Something that I recognise. Someone who I would know. It was a guy with baggy jeans, a black t-shirt, braided black hair and black lip piercing. I looked closer but still couldn't understand who it was. I stepped closer to him, and then finally, I could see his face clearly. It was Tom, my Tom, who saved me and who cared about me even when we only knew each other for two days.

"You have to come back, cutie." He said with a smile. He came a little bit closer to me. "You need to wake up. I'm waiting for you. Your dad is waiting for you." He said with a bigger smile on his face. Oh god, how could I forget about my dad? He doesn't even know what happened to me. But I didn't feel like coming back. I was finally happy, and now I have to return and lose all my happiness.

"Maria, please. I need you. I love you." He said. He... He loves me? What? No, it can't be true. "Why don't you say anything back, cutie?" His smile dropped. "I-I can't go back, Tom," I said sadly. "I just got back my happiness, freedom and no pain. I can't go back there and again feel these horrible feelings." Tom was about to cry when he hugged me.

"I will protect you no matter what. If this is the place where you feel safe and happy, then I won't ask you anything anymore." He said, and I could hear a little happiness in his voice. "Are you happy about me?" I asked, and he looked at me. I had almost to look up to see his beautiful and warming face, his deep brown eyes, his perfect nose, and his lips.

"I'm happy as long as you're a happy cutie." He said. I smiled. "I need to go." He suddenly said. "You won't stay?" I asked, confused. He didn't say anything and was stepping back with a big smile on his face. "Tom!" I yelled, watching him disappear. No, I can't lose him. I need him. I started to run to him, but he was fading, and I couldn't catch him. "Noooo!" I yelled, and suddenly I woke up.

My look was so blurry that I couldn't see. I couldn't move either. I again started to feel the pain in my body. My head is so heavy. I blinked several times to clear my look. Finally, I did it, and I could see better. "Ugh, where am I?" I groaned from pain. I felt someone holding my hand, and I looked at it. A guy was sleeping. His head was on my bad. "T-Tom?" I, in a painful voice, said.

He jumped up like he just saw a nightmare. He saw me looking at him. "Maria? You woke up. Oh my god." He was so happy. "Where am I?" I asked him. "You're in the hospital. How are you feeling?" He sat a bit closer to me. "My body," I said. "What is it?" He worried and asked. "It hurts," I said. "It could be. You have been hit 15 times. Three times to your head, thank god nothing severe damage to your head isn't, five times to your ribs that caused five broken places in your ribs, and seven times to your legs. Your legs have just black marks and nothing else. And you're face is in the perfect stage." He said.

"So much damage in my body," I said, laughing a bit. "And on your neck, there are a few hacky." He looked at my neck. "Shit. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." I said, trying not to cry. I felt so bad. "I know. It's not your fault. Everything will be fine." He said with a smile on his face. "Thank you for coming back." He thanked me. "So you were really there, huh?" I asked.

"I was, and you can't imagine how happy I was looking at you. You looked so happy." He said. "I was happy, but when you appeared, it made me 100 times happier." I smiled. "I thought I would never see you again." He said in a cracked voice. "Now you see me. I may be angry that I'm here again, but being with you right now, nothing matters." I said. He smiled.

A few hours later, Dad came in. "Oh, Maria. How are you feeling?" He asked imminently when he saw me, I was woken up. "Better after the painkillers," I said, smiling. Tom was still next to me and holding my hand. Dad looked at him and back at me. "Umm, Dad, this is Tom. Tom, this is my dad." I said. "I know, sweetheart," Dad said. "H-how?" I surprised asked.