The Lies We Tell (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 15: 3 Days Later

As I lay in the hospital bed faking sleep I listened to all the conversations around me. I heard Heaven and Lance right by my side, but I also heard two other voices. They were very familiar. One of them was a more feminine but raspy voice. I slowly opened my eyes and there stood Lani and Alex right outside the door. I was actually happy to see Lani, but Alex was another story.

"What's she doing here?" I asked pointing at Alex. Heaven took my hand in hers. "She's here because she cares love." I rolled my eyes in disgust. "If she cared she wouldn't of let her girlfriend shoot me." Heaven looked at Lance then back at me. He shook his head and left, closing the door behind him.

Heaven looked at me and began to cry. "Why are you so stubborn? Why did you have to open the door? You don't listen. Alex had nothing to do with it. Some girl that's obsessed with her stole her phone and been texting all her old hoes and girlfriends to stay away." My face quickly turned to sadness. I blamed her and she had nothing to do with it. "Let me talk to her" I said.

Alex walked through the door and she looked like she had been crying for days. Why did I open that door? I asked myself that question everyday. She sat in the chair beside my bed and started crying some more. I held her hand and apologized for assuming she was responsible for the shooting. She cried even harder, her face flushed and red. "I thought I lost you Kam! When Heaven messaged me on Instagram I couldn't believe what I was reading. I'm so sorry! That bitch will pay."

That's the most I've seen Alex upset. She usually doesn't show emotions. All of this was overwhelming. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Everything was becoming a blur and it seemed as if air was the hardest thing to find. "I..can't..breath.." I told Alex. She rushed out the room to get a nurse. I didn't know what was going on. I was scared. I didn't want to die. Not this way.

The nurses rushed in and examined my vital signs. My heart rate was decreasing, and I was struggling for air. Tears fell down my face. If this is where I died I hope I got to see my mom one more time. Everyone knows homosexuals don't make it into Heaven. I finally let go and stopped fighting. The machine beeped and I flatlined. Everything was so dark. Was this what hell looked liked?

"Kameron? Is that you?" I heard a voice say. She sounded so angelic and peaceful. "Yes. Mom?! Is that you?" I asked anxiously waiting for an answer. "Yes baby it's me!" I heard the voice say as they walked closer. I was the happiest person in the world. I was standing face to face with my mom. She looked so beautiful and at peace. "I miss you so much ma. My life hasn't been the same without you. It's been hell. I don't live with Kerry anymore. We got into a fight and I stabbed her. I went to jail for a few months and now I live with Lance." I've wanted to talk to her for so long. She was the only one who understood me and never once judged me. She placed her hands on my face and kissed my forehead. "I miss you too. Now is not your time though. I'll see you again. I love you Kammy Poo!" My heart dropped. She hasn't called me that since I was six years old. Just like that she disappeared. I couldn't hold back the tears. They rushed down my face. I wanted nothing more than to stay with my mom. I began to hear the nurses and doctors voice asking me to open my eyes. When I did they were all hovering over me with a breathing mask over my mouth. I could hear them explaining to Lance that a piece of the bullet pierced my lungs. They didn't see it the first time and fluid was building up. I had to go to emergency surgery or I could die..again.

Lance was furious. He began to yell all kinds of obscenities asking them how they could miss something of that magnitude. "She better make it out of that surgery or I will be suing for neglect" he continued to scream. It made me feel apart of the family. To see him caring for me as if I was his biological child was beautiful. The doctors told him to say one last word before I went into surgery. He kissed me on the cheek and told me that he loved me. Another tear fell from my eye. Lance wiped it off gently before the doctors rushed me off to an operating room. I was scared. Afraid that I would never see my family again. Talking to my mom made me feel better and. She was absolutely right, now isn't my time!