My Guardian Angel

#2

#2

Ron had left the room, leaving me alone for a while, as per my stubborn request. My mind was flooded by images of the crying young boy. How old was he, 18 or 19? He was definitely a teen. The tears running down his cheeks endlessly, I could never forget that scene. I knew it was my fault the boy was dead. He was dead! A boy was dead because of me, because I was being a bitch listening to loud music while crossing the road! I mean, if I had just moved away or was at least a little conscious of my surroundings, maybe, just maybe, his life would have been saved. I definitely wouldn't have ended up blind! Oh Lord, if I had just remembered the lectures I'd got from my mother when I was 10 about how to cross a road.

Mom.

"Oh, mommy! I wish you were here." I sobbed like a baby to my heart's content. "I don't have anybody to talk to."

I was 10 when I had met with my first accident. I ran across the street to meet my brother who was talking to his friends on the other side. I hadn't looked right, left and again right, the way my teachers and mom had taught me. I should have. I was hit by a bike, but just mildly hurt. Mom had cried so much that day, I had honestly wondered if there were any tears left in her for future.

Here I am, mom, again. This time, I really did fail you. I am hurt. Worse, I took a life with me. How much more selfish and cruel could life get? The boy, he must have a family too, a mother who must be crying her heart out and cursing me, a father who actually cared, siblings who must miss him so much.

Oh, Lord, what have I done?

Fresh tears began rolling down my cheeks and I didn't bother to brush them away. I couldn't breathe with all the continuous crying but I didn't care. I probably don't deserve to live either.

Two loud knocks made me jump and wipe away my tears immediately. I lay down on the uncomfortable hospital bed and turned to the side, I was hoping to God, was away from the door.

"Ari?"

Liza. My best friend. I burst out crying again, curling my body and hiding my face in my palms.

"Ari. Darling, it's alright. Everything will be fine. Trust me." She consoled me, as she sat beside me and pulled my hands away from my face.

I caught her hands and hugged her so tight, I knew I was making it hard on her. But she was my best friend, and she remained silent, rubbing my hair.

"Liz... Liza." I stammered, my voice so low, it was hardly audible even to me. "He's dead."

"Oh, I know. It's not your fault." She said, holding my face in her hands.

I hoped she was right but I knew the truth. Liza stayed with me for another half an hour before leaving for school.

It was from her that I came to know I was in a coma for four days and had woken up just this morning. Ron had rushed from his business meeting in Canada, just yesterday. According to Liza, Ron was devastated and all alone not knowing what to do.

I felt sorry for Ron, knowing exactly what he must have been through. It was difficult for him to leave me alone for a day or two; I could imagine how heartbroken he must have been when he heard about this accident. Ron was just 24, just five years older than me and yet he was my father, brother and the only friend I had besides Liza.

"Hey, doll."

"Hey, Ron. Come in." I heard the door close and footsteps approach me. Whoever said blind people had excellent hearing senses was right. "How are you doing?"

He sat next to me, where Liza had been sometime back.

"I'm okay." I lied.

"I know you're not but believe me, time will heal everything."