Together Forever (a Superman love story)

Chapter 8

*Edited*

   "But...." I whisper to myself. I feel like I am going to throw up! When I open the door, no one is in there. Nothing. It looks like no one's been in here for days, but I know I heard footsteps. I just know it. I walk to the center of the room and look around. The bed is made, nightstand is dust free. I go over to the closet and shove open the doors. No one. Nothing. There are t-shirts hung up on black hangers. Shoes put side-by-side on the floor in the closet. I turn around to see the window are open, and the curtains are flowing from the wind coming inside. His room is freezing.

   I take three quick strides toward the window and stick my head out and look around. His window has a nice view to be honest. No I shouldn't be thinking about his view from his bedroom window. I should be thinking about how to find him. I am upset with him, so very upset. He's been following me ever since we broke up. Just like he did when he left the first time. He would follow me everyday, and he knows that I know that he's following me, that is why he keeps doing it. I just need to find him. Just to talk. Not about us or our relationship, but about him and his powers. He can't just walk around and pretend that no one knows about his powers. People will try to kill him. Or put him in some kind of prison.

   "Where is he?" I turn to his mom.

   "Honey I-"

   "Don't honey me, where is he? Please tell me." I beg, and she hesitates. I watch as she bites the inside of her cheek.

   "I don't know."

   "No you do, you and I both know he was just here. You know exactly where he is." I scoff and walk past her. As I am running down the stairs, she yells something from the top of the stairs.

   "Autumn, I really don't know where he is..." I look her right in the eye and for some reason, I believe her. I stand at the front door, with the screen door open in my hand. I exhale deeply, then look up at her.

   "Thank you for your time." I half smile. She smiles at me, then I walk out of the door.

   I walk towards my car that I rented for the day, and I start to feel a mixture of emotions rise inside of me. I don't know what I am feeling, but I do know that it is so bad that I start to cry. I put my fingers through my hair and lightly cry out. The tears are streaming down my face at this point, and I don't even bother to wipe them away. I bend down in front of the drivers seat, to where I'm on the heals of my feet. I set my elbows on my knees, and put my palms on my face. I'm angry now, all I want to do is talk to him, and every time I'm close to finding him, he just runs away.

   Without even thinking, I slam my forearm into the drivers seat door. And as soon as I do, an unbearable pain flows through my arm and my whole body. I'm standing on my feet now. Holding my arm, I can't move my wrist. Great, just when I thought things couldn't get any worst. I think I broke my freaking arm. I look to where I hit my car and see a small, but noticeable dent near the handle of the drivers door. I try to move my arm, but all it does is sends sharp pains up my arm and into my neck. I scream out in pain and hear Clark's mom run out of the house and towards me quickly. I am still crying when she gets to me.

   "What happened?! What did you do?!" She demands. She tries to grab my arm to look at it, but I move away from her only making the pain worse.

   "I'm fine, I'm fine! Okay?" I yell. I get into my car carefully, without hurting my arm any more than it already does. My head is starting to hurt very badly. I start the car and try to back out of the driveway with only one hand. I manage to do it anyway. As I drive away, Clark's mom watches me leave, and I see a small blue and red figure standing on the roof. Clark.

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   "I need a doctor!" I scream, running into the emergency room doors. I notice before I get in the car at Clark's house, I started to bleed. So by the time I got to the hospital, my arm was dripping of blood. My clothes are stained, and I know I have a little on my face. It is warm and sticky against my cheek, that's how I know. I feel tears streaming down my face, but with the loss of blood, the only think I can do was move my legs. Barely, but I can walk.

   "Oh god." I hear one woman gasp. A bunch of nurses run towards me. They are all a blur in my vision. I can't see much. I start to get dizzy. My legs are numb. When they get me into my own room and they put me on the bed, the two nurses and three doctors scramble around trying to get ready to move me to the operating room. The operating room? Is it that bad? God I'm so stupid. Right before they roll me out of the room, to move to the operating room to stitch up my arm, I black out.

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   I wake up to the sound of a beeping noise next to my ear. I am hooked up to an I-V? Why, all I needed was stitches? And then I look down and notice a black cast from my wrist to my elbow. The doctor is on the computer across the room from me. I try to move my arm, but I can't still. I let out a little whimper from the pain, and the nurse rushes towards me.

   "No! Don't try to move your arm just yet. I wasn't expecting you to be awake so early. Well now that you are, I might as well tell you that you shattered your arm, so we had to do surgery on it. There were pieces of bone fragments scattered so we had to go in and take them out. We filled the rest of your arm with bone graft. Over time it'll turn into real bone, and it'll be like this never happened." He smiles. I look away from him irritated. He touches my fingers then makes me look at him.

   "We took some x-rays of your arm, it's fine now. But we went a little higher, to check and see if everything was okay with your brain and everything. You know us nurses and doctors, we go a little crazy sometimes." He laughs, but I don't and he notices that I don't laugh." Anyway, you shouldn't have passed out when you did. You didn't loose enough blood to pass out. And you said before that your head has been hurting lately. And that your legs feel like jelly most of time...."

   "I said all of this??" I ask. I think I'd remember if I said anything about that. I didn't say any of this stuff to anyone. How does he know?

   "Well no you didn't. But we got an anonymous caller a couple hours ago, and whoever it was told us everything that has been going on with you for the past few months." Clark!! How would he know either? Has he been literally stalking me?

   "Is any of this true?" He asks. "Have you been having headaches, nausea, clumsiness, difficulty walking?" I am so confused, but yes.

   "Yes! Why??" I beg him to tell me what is wrong.

   "Well when we took x-rays of your brain....we found a very small tumor by your frontal lobe. It's very small, about the size of your thumb nail. But it is big enough to do some damage." I start to feel emotional, I try to fight back tears. There's something wrong with me. I knew it all along, but I didn't want to accept it.

   "So...so what does this mean?" I am struggling with my words. The doctor exhales, and I can tell that this is hard for him to tell me.

   "Ms. Jacobson. I am diagnosing you with the beginnings of brain cancer." He looks me right in the eye, then stands up. I cry out. Tears are streaming down my face, my hands make their way up to my face, and they cover my mouth while I cry. He sympathetically smiles at me. The tears are coming out more and more every second. I am screaming now into my hands.

   "I'll leave you alone to take this all in. I'll be back in 30 minutes, to check up on you." I barely hear that sentence because of my sobs.

   Cancer! Brain cancer! Why? Why Brain cancer? Why now?! Why ever?! 

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