Broken

Chapter 4: Memories, Friends, and Dreams (KL)

Beep, beep, beep.... The sound continued on and on, echoing throughout time and space itself. My eyelids felt too heavy and gooey to open, and regardless of how much will power I put into it, they wouldn't. My whole being felt absolutely numb, my throat felt dry, and my heart felt heavy with sorrow. Rubbing my eyes, they finally managed to crack open. With blurred vision, I noticed that my surroundings were just a plain white color illuminated by a very bright shining light. Oh no, was I dead? No, no, no, I can't be dead! Rubbing my eyes again, my vision came into focus and then was when I realized that I not in Heaven, but in a hospital room.

Sitting up, a painful soreness shot down my spine, making it slow and painful to sit up. The air was filled with a strong smell of bleach, which was accompanied by the smell of plastic gloves. Looking to the right of me, a black screen was illuminated with green and red graphs and numbers. Moving my hand, I realized that an IV had been inserted into my hand. I dared not to touch it though I had an urge to just pull the needle out.

Looking to the left of me, I saw a sleek white vase sitting on a little white table. The white vase had the most intricate designs, and sprouting out from the depths of it were a dozen red roses, delicate, plump, and full of life. The deep, rich red was so vibrant and beautiful and they felt as soft as they looked. Sliding my finger across the soft, velvety texture of a vibrant rose, it peaked my curiosity as to how something so innocent and beautiful could also be so fragile.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I looked toward the back of the brown door facing me. So this is how it all ends. My parents die on a plane crash and I sit here alone and wallow in my sadness. A numbing sensation arose within my stomach, shooting out an overwhelming amount of depression to glide through my veins and seep into the very blood that kept me alive. Never in my life would I have imagined such a pain as this. My parents were gone for the rest of eternity.

A silent cry echoed through my chest and though it was a quiet and pain-filled wail, I couldn't help but to feel that I had no choice but to try and calm myself. This was my reality now and I might as well try to get some sort of hold over all of this. I had to somehow get my mind to wrap around this fact, but all I could face now was my very own denial that the whole thing had even happened.  Panting, I could feel the movements of my chest go up down, up down, and I clutched my stomach which was now filled with a ginormous knot of agony. Suddenly, the door slowly opened and in came Seth, looking at me with an overjoyed expression on his face. As soon as he noticed that I was upset, he walked over and tenderly wrapped his arms around me.

"It's okay, it's okay," he repeated, rubbing the back of my head with his hand.

My chest quivered heavily. "No it's not," my voice said between sobs.

He kept his embrace locked around me. "What do you remember?"

"Everything....but I wish I didn't," I said, my voice squeaking about two octaves higher than it normally was. I cried and cried and throughout this whole mess he held me me close, showing that he would be here to console me through this. As soon as I gained control over my cries, he held me in silence for a few seconds.

Wrapping my arms around him, I whispered, "Thank you," into his ear.

I didn't see it, but I could feel the smile form on his face. He whispered so close to my ear, that his breath tickled it and sent shivers down my spine. "You know I'll always be here for you..."

"I know but I didn't want to put you through all of this." Unwrapping my arms from around him, I took a good look into his chocolate eyes and noticed that he looked paler than usual and if the bags under his eyes would've gotten any darker, they'd be black.