Colours Of Fear

and we should spend some time apart for both our sakes

POV Lloyd's

  I sat in the hospital waiting room staring at the cream doors Kai was behind. My fingers tapped on the wooden arm rest of the green itchy felt chairs. Tears dripped down my pinkish cheeks and my hair was ruffed up, messed up almost. My heart sank down to my feet and I couldn't ignore the fact that I still loved Kai. I pulled out my silver iPhone 6 and texted LillyAnne.

Lloyd: Hi
Read, 10:10pm

LillyAnne: How's Kai?..
Read, 10:01pm

Lloyd: How the fuck am I supposed to know?!.. You're ruining my life, LillyAnne.. Leave me alone and never come near my house again!! Understand?!..
Read, 10:30pm

LillyAnne: I'm sorry....
Delivered, 10:35pm

I sprung out of my chair like a flung rubber band and ran outside into the darkness and pouring rain.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck", I screamed at the top
of my lungs.

People passed me not even noticing the crisis I was having. No one looked at me or asked, "what's up?!". They all passed me like I was invisible. The side walk was only wide enough for one person and they all somehow found a way around me without having to say anything.

I ran my hands through my hair and tugged at certain strands. My lungs inflated and deflated so rapidly I couldn't even keep up with them. I sat on the bumpy, cold sidewalk and cried. My legs on crisscross like a first grader on the alphabet carpet waiting for the teacher to call on their proud ego to answer a question about a fucking talking alligator that made friends with a bunny rabbit.

"Get up", Jay pulled at the back of my shirt
and dragged me back into the hospital to stare at the fucking cream door.

We sashayed in soaking wet and shivering. They handed us a gray felt blanket and told
us, "everything's going to be okay".

But we all know it's not, because miracles don't ever fucking happen for hoodlums like Kai. He always walks around knowing he's going to die. Might as well stop the suspense and cut to the sudden scare.