The Sixth Sense

Chapter Seven: The Borderline

No matter how much we want something, if it's not meant for us, it will never be. Maybe it will just give us a taste of what it will be like, but it will leave you wanting for more and you'll get hurt and eventually it will leave you. No matter how much we resent to the things that we don't want to happen, they will happen. If it's meant for us, we just have to embrace the fact that we can't control it. We can't control what will happen in the future. We don't make our own destiny, but it's a matter of choice, if you'll let destiny take over or you yourself will take over.

"Do you believe in destiny?" I asked Heather as we walked our way to our Physics lab at school.

"Why the hell did you just asked me that question out of the blue?" she replied looking at me with bewildered eyes.

"I've been thinking, " I said as we stopped by at her locker to get her things out. "What if Superman was real? Then he must be destined to do something great, you know? He was sent down here to save people. That's destiny." Heather closed her locker door and looked at me as though I'm a crazy person.

"That's what you get from watching too many Superman movies," she said, and then started to walk away.

"Okay, I've been on them lately," I admitted as I tried to catch up with her. "But it taught me to be open-minded to the possibilities that there is something out there that,"

"I'm going to stop you right there, alright Bri?" Heather cut my sentence off. "This is the real world, okay? You need to lay off those Superman movies and stop watching Small Ville. Geez." She went inside the lab, leaving me at the door with my unfinished sentence hanging. I have to admit, I am a little bit out of reality lately, ever since the trip we had in the cemetery.

"Brian," Heather called, knocking me off in my sudden day dream.

"Yeah," I called and went to sit beside her.

As our Physics teacher started to continue his lecture the other day, the entire class went shut down again. I placed my hand on my chin and leaned towards the table in front of me. And then, my head started to spin, or was it the classroom? I rubbed my eyes, trying to stop them from whirling around or going behind my eye balls. I felt Heather's hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I tried to look at her but my vision was getting blurry and I felt my heart racing. I could feel my breathing faster and my face started to numb. "Hey," she called and held my face. "Oh my God you're sweating like a pig,"

"What?" I said and brushed my forehead with my hand and looked at it. I am sweating and I don't know why. "I- I don't know," I mumbled trying to stand up as I held the table tight, but I can't take it, I feel so dizzy. "I," was the only thing I managed to say then I slid off the table, hitting my head on the cold floor.

"Brian!" Heather screamed. I could feel her hands on my back as she tried to place my head on her lap. Footsteps ran towards me. "Get him a stretcher!" she called at the crowd. "Brian?" she held my face as I tried to open my eyes, but I felt as though they were crisscrossing over me. "It's going to be okay Bri, just stay with me," that was the last thing I heard.

I don't know what happened to me, but I had a feeling that this has something to do with my heart. Ever since I got the operation, my doctor warned me that I might have some complications, if I used my body too much, but this never happened to me before. Nothing that day I did was too stressful.

You know like in the movies, when the lead character's hospitalized and it's like the end of their life, they somehow got the chance to let their soul be torn away from their body in a coma, and they're somehow shown how their lives could have been if they had stuck to the right choices? Well, this wasn't. Sorry. Ha!