My heart starts beating franticly against my chest. No please don’t let it be Neo, please! Please, God, give him some more time to live.
My eyes start to go in to their sad mode, turning dark golden brown with my red flecks covering the reddish brown iris.
Somebody open the fucking windows in here! I clench my fists and thrash them around the car. WHERE THE HELL IS THE AIR! My breathing starts getting heavier and my eyes go in to mad mode turning a dark reddish brown blending in with my red flecks. My maids eyes go wide and her hands tighten on the cars driving wheel. I growl lowly.
“OPEN THE WINDOWS!GODDAMN IT!”, I yell my hands gripping on the back of the left passenger seat.
“If this is what pleases you, Zema”, she says shyly, her eyes wondering from left to right on the road.
“Diana”, I say between in breaths trying to calm myself down, but it’s not really working that much.
“Yes?”, she says tapping her fingernails on the wheel, as the red light goes green.
“Who is in the hospital?”, I say my chest heaving in rhythm with my heart beats.
“You’re father and cousins agreed to not tell you ‘till we arrive, Zema.”
I didn’t reply. My mind flashing memories of me just sitting in the hospital looking at Neo, and his beauty. He couldn’t eat by himself, he had a tube go in through his nose down to his throat so the vitamins, protein, and food would go in through his stomach. He had switched hospitals since his rare disease was to rare for most common hospitals. He had finally found one but this special hospital that looked very homeish and was a mansion invited him to participate in their program. His parents named Graciela and Angel accepted the offer and the old hospitals emergency cars took him with the machines set up and took him there. It’s about and hour and a half away from our city. The mansion was really pretty, you couldn’t have told it was a hospital if they didn’t told you. It was really fancy though, happily looking. But I knew it was a fake happiness dreading along. It was filled with kids with rare diseases from all over the world. Their was this one little boy, he had white blonde hair, pale skin, with lots of freckles, and violet eyes. He had a disease which caused him to have a yellow ring around his pupil. He had very big eyes, almost scary looking, like a vampire from a movie. His eyes widen at my presence and he looked away and ran with his IV cord behind him his thin skeleton legs taking him away glancing back at me as he ran.
I wanted to chase him, wondering why he had ran away from me but I knew it wasn’t a good idea so I just followed in to Neo’s room. Sometimes I see him in my dreams, hiding behind trees as I look around trying to find him. Except he’s older and more of my age, he had no longer pale skin and dirtish blonde hair, his yellow ring gone, his freckles blended in with his normal toned skin now, he had plumper features. No longer skinny lips and barely there cheeks. His face seemed healthier. His lips were now full and sort of red. His cheeks were bigger and you could see his high cheek-bones and had a healthy glow. The one thing I remembered the most where his violet eyes. He had also more muscle packed in him, no skeleton boy. More in his arms and legs, and torso, and stomach. In my dreams it’s as if we played hide and seek….weird.
Neo was the only thing in life that kept me from going nuts. I always looked up to him. I told myself if Neo could go through all that crap in a hospital, then it’s not hard to do better in school. I tried my best and told myself for Neo. If it wasn’t for him I’d be flunking my whole future. I owe my life to him. Ever since he was born he was the light in my eyes.
I saw the world differently. I now had a reason to do my best. I had become more independent and didn’t rely on people, smarter. I also kept distance from people. I didn’t really care about popularity. I tried not to make friends. From all the past were I trusted people with all my heart and mind, and just backstabbed me and left me bleeding as they walked away laughing, I learned to not trust anyone but Neo. Even my parents, because they talked about me and my “stupid” problems at their work. Sure Neo was a baby.
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Me the tomboy, crushing on the sweet cute guy?
Любовные романыThis story is about a tomboy who's a girly-girl at heart, but doesn't tend to show it,and her first experiance of a crush who knows on what will later become. This story includes humor on a chase of love and trying to find her inner self.