ONE LAST KISS

Untitled Part 1

I wake up to the beeping of my heart monitor.

The bright light hurts my eyes as I open them, a little moan escapes my mouth.

The nurse in front of my bed rushes to my side.

"Well, look who's finally up!" The middle aged nurse says with a smile. Before I can say anything she rushes out of the room and within moments arrives back with a doctor.

The doctor comes to the side of my bed looking down at his clipboard. He takes a little flash light and shines it in my eyes.

"Do you know your name?" The doctor asks as he puts the small flashlight back into the breast pocket of his white coat.

"Trevor Davis." I sit up, wincing only a little bit as a sharp pain goes through my side. He continues to ask me a few easy questions about myself to see if my memory is still intact while also checking various parts of my body.

"Mr. Davis, you seem in pretty good shape considering your accident. A few bruises here and there, only one large one on the right side of your torso. It may not look pretty but it will heal."

Accident. Lucy. Memories fly around my head. The screams. I look at the doctor, "Lucy-there was someone-a girl in the car with me when the accident happened..."

"Yes, Lucy Grimes. Unfortunately, she wasn't as lucky as you. Lucy passed away the night you were rushed to the hospital which was two days ago. I'm sorry."

*****

I return to my apartment from the hospital. I sit on my couch just staring at the wall for what seems like hours.

The only thing that's in my mind is Lucy. She's gone. I feel a pang in my chest at the thought.

Where is she now? Heaven, for sure. I think about Lucy and how much of a good person she was. How could someone as kind hearted as her not go to heaven? For sure she was better than me, but she didn't know that.

I think back to that night.

I picked Lucy up in my car, our plan was to go see a movie; it was our second date. We were almost at the theatre when the accident happened. After that it's all a blur. A mixture of sirens sounding, bright lights, and lots of people shouting. The last thing I truly, vividly remember are screams. Lucy's screams.

*****

After for what seems like eternity, I finally push myself off the couch.

I start pacing back and forth in front of my kitchen thinking about Lucy. I shouldn't be thinking of her this much, I barely knew her. If I told her what kind of person I was she wouldn't have gone out with me. She would've still been alive.

I walk over to the door and see a bunch of letters in the mail box slip. I don't need to read them to know what the contents of them are.

I pick them up and quickly read through each one. The same thing as always.

Can you beat up my boyfriend? I caught him cheating on me.

I'll give you $100 if you trash my dad's convenience store.

My friend got the lead role in our high school musical. I'm the understudy... So I was wondering if you could maybe find a way to pour some scorching hot water on her so she'd get severely burned and not be able to perform on stage?