Blind Love.

Chapter 8

Time passed. Minuets felt like hours. Waiting for this Mr. Klay to arrive. I sat their in my bed scarfing my food down. Now noticing how hungry I had been. Until finally my food was gone, and I yet again had nothing to do but sit their in the bed and wait. wait, and wait.

Knock Knock Knock

Moving my head over to the sound of the knocking I smile. Happy that well soon get to start. I hear a door open and some one walk in.

"Hello Mr. Klay." Mrs.Warllin said.

"Hello, Sorry i'm late." He says. based off of sound I could tell he was an older man. 

"Its okay" I say. Reminding them I was there. Trying to speed up the process. I knew they were looking at me. Their stares made me feel uncomfortable letting me know that they were. 

"Ahh Cameron isn't it?'' Mr. Klay asks.

"yup."I say. Smiling.

"Shall we start." Mrs. Warllin says.

"yes." Mr. Klay and I say simultaneously. I smile knowing that this must have annoyed them. Maybe just maybe Noah was a little right to say some of the things he had said. But not all.

"Cameron, can you please tell me everything you know." Mr. Klay asks. While he didn't specify what he had meant I already knew. I hesitate. Wondering if I really wanted to talk about it. Which I didn't. I didn't want to talk about the thing that's taken over my life, changed my life. But I also knew that I had no choice. If I don't say anything than we'd get no where today. 

"I was in a car crash, April 19th. Almost Three weeks ago, 20 days ago to be exact. I was in a coma for 17 days of the 20. Leaving me bruised and broken all over." I say. Shortening the story. Knowing that's probably all they wanted to know, the facts, they didn't need to know all of the small details.

"And how does that make you feel?"  He asks. Taking me aback. I don't know how I felt. How these series of incidents made me feel. Let alone how to put any of it into words.

"How does what make me feel." I ask stalling. Trying to buy time. To think of an answer.

"How does what happened to you. The crash, and what the crash did to you make you feel?" He clarify's.

"I'm not sure how this contributes to why and what your here for." I say. Wanting only to change the conversation. 

"Your right it doesn't. But I do know that knowing how you feel, and learning how to handle those feelings will help you in the long run, in the future. It will help you to move on. To accept it al-"

"There's nothing to accept." I snap back before he could finish his sentence. "This is only temporary. This will all go away. Things will go back to the way they were." 

"And do you know for sure. Or is that just what you want to believe?" He calmly says. Saying exactly what I didn't want to hear.

 He knew as well as I did, he knew what I knew. He knew that I didn't know. I didn't know for sure but I didn't want to think of the possibility of being wrong. I liked to believe that I was right. That the doters would fix this. But I didn't know that. Not for sure at least. No one did.

"Can we please just get to the point as to why your here, and show me how to continue my life. Instead of try to tell me how I feel." I say a little angered.

"I understand that your upset. I do. But were only here to help you." He says trying to break through to me.

"Please." I say pleading with them.

"Okay Mr. Klay I think that's enough." Mrs. Warllin says. I sigh relieved. Happy that she agreed with me. 

"Mrs. Jonson do you have any hobbies, that you'd like to continue? To re-learn?" She asks. I think. Trying to remember the things I liked to do, the things I could do, or the things I would want to do. I knew I couldn't do art of any sort anymore which mad me a little upset, but it was worth enough to ask.

"Could I do art?" I ask. Wishing that I can. Art was my favorite thing besides music. Art was my way of escaping. Drawing a world that could only be imagined. Making only a small idea be seen to others through the way of texture, shading, color usage, and more. Art was something I didn't want to give up, was something I wouldn't give up.

"What type of art?" 

"Drawing, painting. Will I be able to continue that." I ask concerned. She hesitates at first.

"Yes, it will be hard but yes. It is possible." She says. I smile happy with the answer she had given me. "anything else?" She asks.

"Music, reading. That's all I can think of right now." I say.

"Okay, now reading. You like to read?"

"yeah." I says nodding my head. The clicking of her heels begins to make their way towards me. Stopping besides me.

"What type of books?" She asks.

"Mystery, Action, paranorma-" I begin naming off the types of books that I found interesting.

"How old are you?" She interrupts.

"17. 18 in August." 

"Ah i'm suprised a girl like you wouldn't like romance books." She says.

"What do you mean a girl like me?" I ask affianced. What did she take me for?

"Your a teenage girl getting ready to start her life. You just like every other girl in the world loves, love. " She explains.

"I don't" I say coldly. "They just love the idea of love." I finish.  

 Love is just a word people use to make you feel wanted and needed. Love is just a shout into an empty void wanting some one or something to so desperately fill that void, to fill that empty space in their already small hearts.

 I didn't believe in love, not anymore. But if it were real, and some one were even the slightest bit of lucky enough to find it, it would be impossible to keep.No one can keep love just as much as no one can hold water with their hands alone.

 It just can't be done. It cant be kept. Love dies, faster than it could be found. Most of the time in front of your eyes.

The saddest thing would be that every one waits their whole life anticipating love. Waiting for some one to love them. Its quite sad if you think about it. Nothing good comes from love. Nothing good can ever come from love. 

"Why's that?" She asks.

"Loves just a word, it has no meaningful recollection." I say summering my thoughts.

"Every one needs love." She says sadden by my response. Like I should be bubbly and happy at the sound of the word love.

"No one needs love its just a word. People say we do, and we believe them. But we could survive without it. Easily if I might add." 

"See that's where your wrong Mrs.Jonson love is not a word its a feeling." Mr. Klay says.

"Feelings are torment." I say quoting a book I had read.

"I sure hope you change your mind Mrs.Jonson and I hope you get the chance to experience it one day." Mr. Klay finishes.