"Her brain function is at a deficit Mrs. Brown. She is not really alive" the doctor plainly stated. My mother fell towards my stiff body as her face crinkled. Droplets swelled in her eyes. My father lowered his head into his hands and threw his back against the wall.
HELLO! IM RIGHT HERE! IM OK! IM FINE! I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs. A dim thought turned my fury into depression very quickly.
I will be alone, I am alone, I've been alone, and no body can hear me.
I remained as still as the ceiling above me, and my unmovable eyes were begging to produce clouded vision. I tried to kick, lift, cough, blink, nothing... Nothing... Nothing worked.
Everyone in the room remained silent for a very long time, each person stunned with the grief they had thought to have been over.
Just then something slammed open the door at the edge of the room, I couldn't see who or what it was at first, but it came with fury and passion. A low, male voice penetrated the anxiety ridden air, a knife of ignorance cutting through the sorrow. "Is she alright? Is she ok?" A figure came over to me, red cheeked and jittery, it was a boy, who looked to be about 15 or 16. Besides his demeanor and beauteous features I couldn't help but notice his eyes.
I knew those eyes
The hazel eyes that sweep you off your feet, and carry you far away.
With absolutely no explanation, he leaned over me and kissed the bandage that was plastered to my head. "Im here now Rain. I'm here and I will never leave again" he whispered into my ear.
This sent the first real human like sensation down my limbs, chills.
Who is this? I know him, I defiantly know him.
He moved on to sprint out of the room and return in a frenzy, with a bouquet of daises.
My favorite
I picked these in the field that we used to run in when we were younger. When we were both so vibrant healthy and happy.
I wanted so badly to talk to him. To ask him all of the questions that came to me in the moment. But I could not control how I continued to stare blankly at the ceiling above me, still, close to dead.
The strangest thing to me about seeing this strange boy who I felt that I knew, was the fact that no one else in the room acknowledged his presence, nor our encounter, as romantic and loving as he was. They didn't even notice.
