My names James E Mise. I'm a pretty normal guy. I live in New York, but instead of living in an apartment like most people, I live in a two story house, alone. I pay my bills and still have enough money to buy beer and such. I gess I was pretty happy. I say 'was' because everything changed on Friday the 13th. Dont believe what everyone says about it just being a movie. It really is a very ugly day. I gess I better start off by telling you about that night.
Loud, drunk, dizzy, and hot women all around me. So many things happening I don't know what to do. A large glass of beer in my hand. Almost empty. I think it mite be my forth glass, but what do I know, I'm drunk! All I know, and can remember from that night, is that a woman named Kelly is dancing next to me. She's some one I work with. She looks happy, she hasn't had a drink all night. The only other thing I can remember is a man coming over. I think I remember him being Kelly's boy friend. He, unlike Kelly, looks mad. He's holding an empty wine bottle.
As he walks over, he speeds up, nostrils flaring. 10 feet away, he's not walking straight, probably just as drunk as me. 5 feet away, he lifts the bottle high in the air, almost as if he is going to throw it. If I was not drunk I probably wound have ran, but my feet were glued to where they were. 1 foot away, smash! The bottle hits my head so hard I hit the floor. The last thing I can remember before I pass out is hearing Kelly yell at the man before she grabs her phone to call 911.
Black.
" Beep, Beep, Beep." I can hear the machine taking my heart beats. I can also hear some one pacing around the room. I'm lying on a hospital bed. The bandage wrapped around my head has an ice pack on it. I want to open my eyes but I cant, I'm to tired.
I black out again.
When I wake up again no one is pacing the room any more but I can feel some one in the room. I can still hear the constant beep of the machine. After a few minutes I open my eyes slowly. I can see the person in the room, it's Kelly. But I barely had time to get a glimpse of her before she saw I was awake and ran over to me to give me a hug. She squeezed me so tight, I could barley breath.
"I'm so happy you are ok! How do you feel? do you want some water?"
"I'm fine" I said, astounded by haw strong she was,"How long was I out?"
"Three days" she said, looking at the ground. "I never left this room for those three days, if your wondering."
Suddenly the Dr. walked in. He was holding a clip bord.
"O, good your up, now we can take some tests to see if you can go home, ok?"
A half hour later, he was done. Me and Kelly talked. She said she broke up with her boy friend at the bar after she called 911. He had tried to resolve the problem even though he just hit me because I was dancing with his girl friend. She also said she didn't regret it because she didn't like him any way, but I could see the sadness in her eyes.
A few more minutes later the Dr. walked back in staring at the clip bord, almost scared. And I mean, to see a professional Dr. look that scared, it was really scary.
"Is every thing ok?" asked Kelly, she must have noticed it as well.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mise, but because of your recent health conditions, I just don't know how to tell you this. Because of your recent health conditions. . . "
"You only have one more week to live."
