Luke
-Tuesday-
It's been four days since the accident and Brooklyn isn't away yet. I've been home once only to have a bath, eat and sleep. Afterwards, I came back here. Her parents have also been visiting her, I just happen to stay over night incase she wakes up. I walked up to her, pulling a chair closer to her bed. I sat down and took her hand in mine.
"Hey Brooke. Um, it's Luke again. You're probably sick of hearing my voice. The doctor told me that you might be able to hear me and I really hope you do." I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck.
"Anyways, there's nothing new really. Um.." I said thinking of what to say.
"Oh, me and um, Arzaylea broke up. I told her that I wasn't really planning on asking her out and that I just wanted to be friends." I looked at her face. Every time I do, I feel guilty. And I'm starting to wish that she'd be looking back at me.
"Anyways, Me and the boys have gone back to writing. We're kinda stuck though." I rubbed circles agains the palm of her hand. "I brought my guitar with me actually, I thought that I'd be inspired." As I let her hand go, I picked up my guitar and made my self comfortable. I've been writing a song for a while now but I haven't really told anyone. The song is kind of personal to me and it's not finished. I haven't been able to write in a while because of what's been happening.
"I'll play little bit of a song that you have inspired me to write, even when you were mad at me." I chuckled remembering the memories and began strumming my guitar.
"I can still taste you like it was yesterday,
Making plans to rule the world, you were more than I deserved
I see you running in the sand, long hair blowing in the wind,
Never thought that it would end,"
As I played, I looked at her still wishing she was awake. Her lips was colourless and her purple bruises still looked fresh.
"Leaves fall from the tallest trees,
Even mountains crumble into the sea,
Holding on to memories,
And I can't let go." I sang without looking away from her.
"I wanna get back to where we started to the summer night
You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right
Yeah I wanna get back to ....." I paused for a second thinking of the place we met each other, the Golden Gates bridge. Then I smiled.
"San Francisco, in the fire light
You know, you know, you know, you know we had it right," I stopped strumming as it was all that I've written. I placed the guitar on the side of my chair, making sure wouldn't fall.
Before I came back from tour, I've already thought about about how things would work out. First, I'll some how convince her to forgive me or give me another chance which I did get. Then I'll would have spent the whole break getting her trust back and at the end I would eventually get her back. But no. I had to fuck it up. The things I said to her was harsh and I didn't mean to say it. I just wanted her to stop making this whole situation harder than it is.
"I love you." I said as I took her hand in mine once again and leaned back on my chair. My eyes are focused at her face, not looking away. Eventually, I my lids began to become heavy and it slowly drop, cornering my biting with complete darkness.
8:30
My dream was interrupted by a movement. At first I didn't bother looking at what it could be. Then I realised I wasn't in my bed. I opened my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. My eyes then traveled to where the movement was and it was her hand. My heart began to beat faster.
