Inside the Shadow

Chapter seven: We've been watching -POV: Mairi

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As my mom took me outside, I noticed that the sky was pitch black. I was still feeling quite out of sorts due to the medicine I was given, both for the pain and the surgery. I laid my head back so that I was now looking at the stars above me. My eyes appeared to be playing tricks on me; I felt as if figures were lining my sight like they were the border of my vision. They seemed to swim within that border, never still, always moving. 

     Zach gripped my right hand bringing me back to reality now realizing that my mom was opening the sliding door to her 'mom van'. I turned to meet my eyes with Zach. "I love you Mairi. If I could stay by your side, I would." Understanding that this was him attempting to say goodbye, I carefully pulled on his arm and shirt so he would be in my face. "I love you." I said slightly loopy, the medicine was still quite prevalent. I leaned in and gave him a kiss. He smiled as he gazed into my eyes, cupping my chin in his hand. Right before he began walking away to his car, he made a face that appeared to show worry and concern.   

     "Are we ready?" Came my dad's voice as he stood in front of me to help hoist me into my seat inside of the van. He helped position me and buckled my seatbelt. Before I could properly focus on the current situation, we were already moving, making our way out of the parking lot, following behind Zach's car. All I could truly keep my attention on was the feeling of kissing Zach's lips only a moment earlier. Even after he was talking to another girl, I still couldn't help but fall for him. 'There is still some good in him; Or else he wouldn't show that he cares so much now, right?' I thought, seeing as I was told that he was at the hospital waiting for me the whole time; He was here even longer than my parents and they tell me that I am their whole world. Of course, it took time for them to even know what had happened and where I was.   

     With all the pain that Zach had caused me, the physical pain that I felt at this moment made his betrayal seem like only a few papercuts. Feeling my eyes getting heavy, I knew I would not be able to keep myself up for much longer. I was so exhausted like I hadn't slept in a week at least. Falling in and out of a conscious state, I could still see and feel the illumination of each lamppost light that we passed. There was the sense of a being stronger than I that was here within my mind somehow. As I felt my environment progressing in constant motion, I lucidly sat with my eyes closed, the thought of Zach filling my head. 

     Our relationship wasn't always so, well, honestly, aggressive. Our first meeting was sort of endearing, and it was at the park truthfully. I was sitting there in the gazebo alone; Erin was always running late. Zach was there with two of his guy friends, one of them I remembered being the same one that was attempting to race us earlier. I was sitting there simply minding my own business when a paper airplane made of notebook paper flew around me and landed right in front of my feet. I turned back to see who might have thrown it and I saw the three of them standing all huddled in a group. I picked up the paper and unfolded it to see a note having been written in Sharpie. 'Text me if you wanna experience a real adventure.' Below that was a phone number written in large print and a name, 'Zach.' As I gazed back in their direction, I saw him waving at me, still standing in between his two friends. I remembered texting him not too long after they had left, and the rest was history. 

     "Are you ready sweetie?" Came my dad's voice, awakening me from quite a light sleep. I tried to make it easier for him when transporting me in and out of the wheelchair by holding onto the back of his neck as he lifted me. "You alright dear?" He asked as he began to wheel me towards the front door. "Yea." I stammered while still wanting to be fast asleep and away from all my pain, even for just a moment. As my mom opened the door for us, I felt the touch of someone's hand gripping my shoulder.