Never Tear Us Apart

Collision

I was watching another episode of Pretty Little Liars when I received a text from Damian. 

I hadn't replied to him for days now. Hopeless and desolate me, sitting in my apartment. Awaiting for nothing real, nothing special. Hoping for something to happen, and I wasn't quite sure of what. He never stopped by to check on me, and only texted me. I wondered what caused people to not make an effort to check on someone after they've hurt them. Then again, wondering has always got me in trouble.

I heard a buzz and looked at my phone. I received a text from my neighbor, Abraham.

Zachary moved in last year around the same time. Amy recently moved in to make their relationship seem more "official". I turned off my phone and decided to get a fresh breath of air. After all, I haven't left my apartment in a couple days now.

The streets of New York. I couldn't think of anything better than this view. This is what I knew as my home, but I haven't treated it like one.

I looked down the street to notice local clothing stores and restaurants and was grateful that they were a walking distance away from my apartment. I don't think it's ideal to drive three miles to grab a bite anyways. Even though wasting gas isn't ideal in a place like this unless you're an uber driver.

I lifted my hand and waved towards Mr.Bianchi. He always had a smile on his face despite the loss of his wife and daughter in 2006. It was the biggest tragedy to hit our community since the death of the Marino family.

"Oh, buongiorno Gina," he said as he lifted his hat from his head and centered his ands near his chest.

"Good morning to you too, Mr.Bianchi," I replied. "How are you?"

"All is good," he said.

"Mr.Bianchi, I have important news to discuss with you!," someone shouted.

"I will be right there!," he shouted back. "I must go but I'll get back to you later."

We exchanged goodbyes as I started to walk down Coffey St. I headed towards the Brooklyn Crab which was no more than three blocks away. 

I've lived in Brooklyn for twenty years. Some would consider living in a place for x years their whole life, but mine hasn't ended yet. My crave for the NY Sirloin Steak grew stronger as I got closer. It was almost as if I blocked out reality for a second. 

I find it very hard to focus on something without blocking out all the distractions. However, I felt something hit me, and I couldn't sense anything. It was almost as if I hadn't blocked out reality at all.

"Are you alright?," someone asked.

I tried to open my eyes but my vision was faded. I tried to move, but I couldn't feel myself. I was a motionless desolate young woman lying in the streets of Brooklyn.

Flashes of red and white, and sounds of cries, only to find what had deceived my eyes. 

I awoke to notice myself in bed with Damian. He was dressed and looked exhausted. I tried to move myself up and as I got higher, my body would ache and I'd let out a small cry. 

I looked around to notice that I was in a hospital room. I don't remember anything that happened but I'm assuming it must've been so bad that Damian bothered to visit or for my body to ache this bad. I looked out a window to notice it was dark outside.

Damian started to move and he opened his eyes.

"Oh, you're finally awake," he said with relief.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't. 

"They said you weren't going to make it, but I knew you were." He looked at me and smiled. "G, you're a fighter, and that's what I love about you."

He leaned towards me as if he wanted a kiss but I resisted. I would never forget what he had done with me. Not if he apologized a million times, or wrote to me a million more. That simply won't take back what he had done.

Someone knocked on the door and in came a nurse whose name was Julie. 

"Well it's about time you woke up," she teased. "It's incredible what a prayer can do."

She walked over to me and handed me a tray of food. An apple, a ham sandwich, and milk. It wasn't too spectacular.

"Once you finish your dinner, I'll see if I can sneak you some pudding," she said as she headed for the door.

Damian started to help me and got distracted by his phone. That was typical Damian, I wasn't surprised. Perhaps it was Elaine his secretary or Jessica his neighbor.

I started to eat my food with some help from Damian. After I was done, he gave my a kiss of my forehead and grabbed his coat.

"I'll be back soon, get some rest," he said as he left the room.

Well, what else am I supposed to do? Climb a mountain and drink whiskey? I can barely eat my food as it is, come on Mr.Ivy League.

I laid back into my pillow and it was as if all my thoughts have gone away by simply closing my eyes. The nurse never came back but it seemed like someone else had. There was a masculine smell and it was so strong it made my heart throb. 

"I should've checked on you but it seemed like you didn't want to be bothered," they calmly stated. "If I could go back in time, I'd step in front of that car."

They kissed me on my forehead before leaving the room.