Tell The Angels I'm Home (Noah Urrea Story) *DISCONTINUED*

01 / Oh so I exist..

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"Momma, please don't go." I pouted, clinging onto her right arm.

"Now, Ava, you know I have to take care of your brother too." She looked sincere.

"I know momma, I just really hate being here alone." Tears filled my eyes.

"I'm so sorry hun." She kissed my forehead, "But I always make sure to be back on my spare time."

I looked down and slightly nodded my head. One tear slid down my face rapidly and dropped onto my covers. I wiped the bottom of my eye.

"See you soon, Ava." My mom reached over to hug me. She gave me a big squeeze, before grabbing her purse and leaving.

Not bothering to watch her, I just continued to look down at my covers. I sighed. I'm tired of this, I thought.

I wish all this could go away. I wish none of this ever happened. I wish it didn't have to be this way..

It hurts. It's not like I have any friends to come and sit with me all day. You know, share laughs or play hospital shenanigans.

Most of the time I like to just walk around the hospital and just watch other people. Sometimes even meet them. I am not the one to sit in a lonely room doing nothing.

I started to get just a little thirsty, but I didn't want anybody else to get me a drink. I wanted to do it myself.

I saw that boy. He's always around most of the week. I don't know what it is about him. I watched as his lanyard twisted back
and forth on the front of him.

I always liked how he would give a big smile to the other patients. It was such a nice smile. Even if I wasn't the one he was giving a smile to, it still made my days half the week.

Perhaps you could say it makes me happy seeing him that way. But I do not like him, no, I don't even know him... Yet.

Of course I would love to know him.

I don't really know why but I noticed he's never came to my room, or he's never socialized with me. Has he seen me before? Does he know I exist?

I don't care anymore. I'm just gonna get some water and get back to my room. I grabbed a solo cup, and walked over to the water cooler.

I love the water here, I can always depend on it being refreshing enough. I pressed down on the little pump. I was then distracted when I felt a tickle, and looked down to see that I had a loose string hanging from my short sleeve.

Not wanting my cup to overflow, I put the cup down on the table to tug the little string off. It was so tough and strong, I couldn't seem to get it. I hated how strings always tickled me though to where I thought it was some bug, so I didn't give up.

I had to look like a complete fool right then. I felt like some people were watching me go crazy and make focused faces pulling on it as hard as I can. I didn't look up.

I finally pulled so hard that my hand slipped off and I fell to the ground. I landed on my bottom and let out a little "Oomph!"

I tried to lift myself back up by grabbing onto the table to hoist myself up, but dropped back down.

It's him.

He was standing above me, staring down. He looked at me cautiously.

"Are you ok?" He asked with a concerned expression.

I nodded my head kind of quick, "Uh, yeah."

He helped me up and gave a warm smile, "That's what I was hoping."

"I-I-I.." I softly muttered. I never would've imagined me standing right in front of him, looking into his lovely eyes.

It killed me to just look at his face. I admired it 10x more up close and personal. I couldn't help it.

"What are you in for?" He scanned my face, "I mean, if you don't mind–"

"Just a little throat problem, no biggie." I shook my head.

"The gown?" He chuckled softly, smiling.

"Well it's definitely comfortable so I didn't mind wearing it." I set my hands on my hips. It suddenly was awkward until he broke into a laugh, causing me to join.

His laugh took my heart straight out of my chest... And I honestly didn't know what else could be irreplaceable about him.

"So what's your name?" He let go of my body from helping me up.

"Avalon. I go by Ava." I grinned politely.

"Wow.. Your names amazing. I'm Noah." He greeted.

"Nice to meet you, Noah." I shook his hand.

I watched him turn around when someone called to him. They said something and he nodded, then turned back to me.

"I have to go, my moms here to pick me up. Nice to get to know you, Ava." He smiled at me.

I felt like a drooping flower when I watched him walk away. The fun was over..

Until he turned around like he forgot something:

"Hope your throats feels better soon!" He yelled. I smiled.

There's a chance for tomorrow.

But it's never promised.