Living through Lenses

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

It’s been two and a half weeks since my parents locked me up in this hospital. It’s horrible but I can entertain myself. Sometimes I pretend that I am infiltrating some big gang’s head quarters and I am James Bond. The nurses who run after me are the bad guys and my fingers are my guns, I can never hit any with my bullets though cause I’m an awesome shooter.

I still wear my own clothes; I don’t like dressing up in prisoner clothes. Not saying that it’s bad or anything, cause the other kids here are very nice but I don’t submit that easily. It’s hard though, watching the kids coming and going and dying. When I first got here there was a girl, teeny bit younger then me. We became close. She died two days after I got here. Just like that, in a blink, she was gone.

Right now I’m pretending to be Kim possible and Ron stoppable has been captured. I have to rescue him but I needed to find him first. I snooped around the corridors and avoided the doctors and nurses, the other people gave me weird looks but they didn’t know how boring it got in here. I jumped into a room and realised I had walked into their trap.

‘Ah, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all day!’ The head nurse said.

I immediately ran out of the room, I ran turning left then right then left, so on. I stopped and took a breath, panting, staring at the ground whilst wiping the sweat on my forehead. I started running again without looking up. Bad idea. I ran into something hard, probably a wall. I rubbed my head and punched the wall. Why am I in here when I could be living my life? I was on the verge of tears as I threw another punch. This time I heard a grunt. I gasped realising I had bashed into and hit a person.

‘Oh my god I am so sorry!’ I almost yelled.

‘It’s okay.’ A familiar voice ringed through my ears.

‘No.’ I raised my head.

‘Yes.’ He whispered as I looked at him and stared straight into his blue eyes.

‘No way.’ I guess I had found my Ron Stoppable.

We had sat down in an empty room, me on the bed, and him on the chair next to the window. It was a window with a very nice view; he was good at picking seats.

‘So what are you doing back here?’ I asked, still staring out the window.

‘To see you.’ I resisted the temptation to look at him. It was still too hard.

‘Why now, why after so long of leaving me?’ I whispered.

‘I kept thinking about you, you know? You never left my mind.’

‘Is that meant to be a reason?’

‘Everyday my mind kept telling me, she has two months left, a month and a half now. It kept counting down to your …’ He stopped before he had finished.

‘And?’

‘I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t see you now.’

‘Yeah, it’ll ease your pain but what about me? This is just breaking my heart all over again, I mean, seeing you.’ There was a pause.

‘It won’t ease the pain.’

‘What?’ I asked.

‘For me, it won’t ease my pain. Coming here just confirmed that I still love you. That your still so beautiful, not a trace of a disease. Not a trace of death on you.’

‘Well that’s too bad; I have death in every part of my mind, and every cell of my body. You know that, you know that very well.’

‘I just, I feel like I should be with you.’

‘Your too late for that, please just leave.’ He nodded.

‘See you tomorrow.’ He whispered. ‘Beautiful.’

‘If I live until tomorrow.’ A look of pain flashed across his eyes and he left.

Why, when I had finally accepted that I would be okay, did he have to come and rip those reassurances right of my mind. So harshly that they would leave scars for forever. I cry silently, I do because I know that if he keeps coming everyday I will have no choice but to love him. My body and mind will do it naturally, I won’t even have the choice of forgiving him, and it’ll just happen. The head nurse came into the room.

‘There you are, I have your cornered now, come and rest, have some food.’ She yelled, she found it funny when I made it seem like she was the bad guy and I had to escape. She said it showed that I still had life in me.

‘Yeah.’ I whispered and walked towards my prison cell. She looked shocked, disappointed and kind of scared as I obeyed her and followed her. I could imagine her thinking, ‘This one’s already gone, just like all the others in this damned hospital.’

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I am so sorry that this is so short and took so long :S ITS JUST SO HARD TO WRITE! Her life is almost over, it's so sad.

In case you don't know, Kim Possible is a cartoon about a teenage girl spy and her wingman is Ron Stoppable (:

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