Parting Ways - Chapter Six

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Chapter Six

(Dedicated to Passion_Love for her extra-sweet comment on the last chapter. Best comment I've received so far. Thanks for making my day. You're so sweet!)

“I need to pee.”

       Four pairs of confused eyes stared right back at me, making me groan inwardly. This was a bad idea and I had the tingling feeling from the start. But my non-sensible brain pushed it down and buried it inside before I could even process what was going on.

       What the hell was I even thinking? Sure, it was quite dark outside, and I had no ride back home in the pouring rain and I had to take my pills too, but all this wasn’t a legit reason for saying yes to him, right? I shouldn’t have agreed in the first place. I shouldn’t have let Bruce talk me into this. But when he asked me if they could drop Carlo and me home, I couldn’t shot them down. The idea of sharing the same space with the three of my friends sounded so alluring that I didn’t even imagine the effect this might cause.

       I think I quite lacked in the common sense area. Common sense wasn’t so common, eh? What with all the bad choice I had been making this year? First, I went around not telling my own best friend and boy friend about my condition. The night I found out about this evil, incurable disease - three months ago - was the same night when our relationship marked a month. Instead of telling him outright, I was selfishly praying that he wouldn’t find it out. Ever.

       Strike One.

       Then came the almost illogical plan of making everyone hate me. I mean, did I really think that I could have gone from a social butterfly to an invisible outcast in a span of a day or few? Maybe my head was way into movies and books, which made real life, look like a cake walk. But in the past few days, one thing I had fully realized; the real life was nothing filled with fantasies or adventure. No, it came with a tagline of ‘expect the unexpected’. One could never be sure of what the future held for him. My life, out of everyone else’ was nothing like what I had wanted it to be – it consisted of people with real heart, people who cared about me even when I acted like a total dipshit. Was that a good thing or bad?

        And could I have been more of an asshole? I might as well have made that plan so that in the end I could have it easy for me. There would have been no emotional attachments or any painful goodbyes. I didn’t even take out a little time out of my already-ticking life to think of the people around me; of how they would react upon finding me dead, without even giving them a chance to share some last unforgettable moments.

       Strike Two.

       How could I forget my almost-playful times with Luke? Now that the plan was already accelerating you’d think I would have stuck to it, right? No, there I had to go again; ruining everything with each fiber of my being. I let Luke break up my wall and enter it just like that. How dumb could I have been? Just because I wasn’t sure about my fucking life did not freaking mean I could go spoil someone else’s. And in my case I played with the lives of the people I was so close to.

      Strike Three.

And now this: We were stuck in a traffic jam past half an hour with rain repeating its pattern in every possible corner. I still had to take my medicines and my little mouth thought of talking on its own. Who the hell even talks about peeing at this ungodly hour?

       Well, none other than the silly me. I wonder how many strikes one is allowed before having some common sense knocked into their useless brains.

       “You need to what?” A confusion-stricken Bruce asked from the passenger seat. Luke was the designated driver while Chloe, Carlo and I occupied the back seats. I was so sure I would have gone on and on raving about everything and nothing in my head had he not interrupted my train of thoughts.

       “Pee, you know; piss in other words,” I paused. “Or using the washroom in a sophisticated language,” I finished while waving my hand elegantly. I knew this was the worst idea in the history of worse ideas. But I had to take my medicines and it wasn’t like I could have taken them in front of everyone.

       “Are you out of your mind, Em,” Chloe spoke up, her voice laced with humor.

       “I tried holding it for a while but it’s getting too uncomfortable now,” I said biting my lips because I was unsure of my voice.

        “Well, you can always rely on Luke’s car trunk. Best place to pee, trust me.” Bruce suggested, earning a shove from Luke who was shooting daggers at him. I was sure if we didn’t have Carlo as our company; Luke would have pulled out every profanity like a bullet.

       I had to think fast. I couldn’t actually pee anywhere with rain splattering all around me. God, I didn’t even want to pee in the first place! Oh, and to top it all, we were surrounded by cars everywhere. Opening the door would be quite difficult.

       “Damn! Never mind, I think I can control it for a little time.”

       I shifted in the seat and eyed my bag which held the vial of pills and a water bottle. “Um, Carlo, where did you keep the candies?” I asked, getting a sudden idea at the speed of lightning.

       “On the top thingy of the trunk, I think. Why?”

       “Er, I feel like eating some.” I giggled nervously. Snap, was I really giggling? No wonder, lying was so difficult.

       I turned to grab some of the candies and while no one was looking, I sneaked into my bag and pulled out the colored tablets. Mixing them with the various toffees I made a quick dash for the water bottle. I popped the two dozes and washed them down with some water. Ah, there, this wasn’t so difficult, was it? I plopped down on my seat again and happily chucked some beaded candies to take away the bitter taste from my mouth.

       About five minutes later I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each passing second – it was one of the side-effects. And in no time I was swallowed into a deep stupor.

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       Whispers and familiar sounds filled my ears. Though, I wasn’t fully awake I could make out the voices and their respected owners. Um, where was I exactly? I tried to spread my legs a little but the space was a little too short for it. Ah, I was in the car.

       “-so what’s happening to her, man? She’s been acting so weird lately.” Luke asked Carlo. I couldn’t catch their expressions because my eyes wouldn’t budge open, so I satisfied myself with their sounds only.

       “I don’t know Luke. Em’s been so cut off lately and mom wouldn’t tell me even.” He sounded so mature. He was just ten for God’s sake. There was no way in hell that I’d make him worry over me. I wasn’t worth it anyway.

       “But, there has to be some good explanation –“

       “I think it’s because she’s dying…” Carlo muttered more to himself than to anyone else but I was sure everyone had already picked it on.

       “What do mean dying?”

       I was fully awake now. My eyes were the size of spaceships while my mouth hung open. “Big man, you always read things too much.” I laughed nervously and swatted the subject away like it was nothing. “Ha, he meant dyeing my hair!”

       Four pair of confused eyes darted back at me. Talk about déjà-vu. 

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 Author's Note : Okay, so I know I haven't uploaded in a week but I have my reasons. I was down with fever and even looking at the computer was making my eyes water. I lost touch with this story, thinking of putting it on hold and hadn't it been for some awesome people out there, I wouldn't have even written it. I owe you all a big one. :) Now, about the chapter. I wrote this in my notebook first, so it might be quite different from the other ones, and finally, I hope this explains everything. Her motive behind the plan and all. Also, there are like two or three chapters left now. I wish to upload them soon and start with a new story. :P Thanks for reading it. :)

 - SG

EDITED AS OF 17 AUGUS 2013. (Gosh, I seriously edited it whole. Now, I'll get down and write the last two parts too. Yes, I can do it! Three cheers for me! :D)

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