"Owen... Owen.... Owen!!! Somebody please! Oh God! Help-"
That was all I could call to mind before my senses cut off. How tragic, the sudden events, too horror-struck to open my eyes. The certainty was petrifying, I dared not to believe that we encountered such setback.
Awoken with dismay, I regained consciousness at the phase where nurses were rushing me to the ER. I abruptly remembered the car crash, everything!
Owen... Owen-
"Stop!" I screamed, leaving the nurses in complete daze. However, they wouldn't allow me to get on my knees and check what Owen's state was. Is he okay? Critical? Stable? I could only selfishly ask myself.
"Excuse me Miss, kindly lie down. We have to run some tests..."
"I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine. Where is he?" I shook one of the nurse's shoulders. My heartbeat went over the line. I was juddering due to the scarcity of oxygen.
"He's..."
Without letting her continue, I got up and ran limping in pain. I felt the needle which was attached to my left hand snap off, causing my arm to go numb. Running barefoot while following the signs leading to the Emergency room, I stumbled a couple of times leaving tracts of blood behind me. I had to run like a crazy person and barge into different quarters, fearing a nurse might stop me. The nurses were driving me insane!
Finally reaching the ER, I bulldozed in like I had the permission to. A group of medical attendants with surgical masks pulled over me but I strangled and thrust anyone who gets along my way. Finally, I laid my eyes upon the man whom I have gone bonkers looking for.
Next to him was certainly the pilot, Mr. Walker. Drenched all over with blood, he was hardly recognizable. My trembling hand extended over my mouth, shaking like a leaf. No, Lord spare him, please!
"Time of death 5:20 a.m." I heard the doctor say as a nurse tug a white cover over above his head.
Then my heart shook in disbelief. No, is this for real?! Mr. Walker, a loving man full with respect and loyalty just passed away in front of me.
"No.. No.. No!!!" I screamed until my throat went painful. Some more nurses tried dragging me out. "Let go!"
Owen was in life support. His face was swollen and a mass of purple, green and yellow. He had a bandage around his head, but I could still see a long incision stapled together on the side of his skull. On his left hand there was a metal contraption with screws holding the shattered bones in his wrist in place. I stared at the patient I wished could hopefully be someone else in intensive care, listening to the hiss and whirl of the machine forcing air into his lungs. It was all that was keeping him alive.
*Beeeeeep
A long sharp noise attached to Owen sang mournfully.
"No!!!" I hardly ran towards him but all the firm hands tugging me were abiding too well with the rules. "Let go!!!" I yelled out of air, feeling warm tears water-falling all over my face. Every time I put force, a ton of blood gushes out through my cuts. I felt weak and nauseous but my adrenaline ruled over.
"Owen don't leave me please!!! Can you hear me?! Owen, can you hear me?" I hardly could breathe now. The war of torture in my heart, I couldn't take anymore. "Owen... Can you hear me?" I whispered gasping for air.
"Clear!" The doctor said before pumping his naked chest with a defibrillator.
*Beeeep
Who wouldn't feel deathly tormented when the victim was no other than your best friend that you fell head over heels with?
"C'mon Owen! Stay with me! Don't give up you tweak!"
Pump after pump, the machine still set forth a straight line. "Please?" I begged the nurses. Because of pity, they let go.
"Time of d~.."
"No!!" I flashed towards his side, interrupting the doctor from saying the line I feared the most.
His body was unresponsive yet what reason would I tell myself to give up? I managed to snatch the defibrillator from the doctor's hands but they just wouldn't let me.
I hit Owen's chest with clenched hands. The harder I hit his torso, the stronger the memories spring back into my thoughts. With every hit, I wrestled my conception, thinking he could be dead. If my best friend's gone, we'll never get to share surnames. I'll never know what's life, I could never live each day the same way. But the truth was, it felt so surreal.
I just kept banging his chest non stop, thinking how much of a jerk he was for risking his life for me. He has given me more than life, I would never see that day where I could forgive myself.
"Owen! You jerk! Don't end it like this with me!" I continued hitting his chest. "Wake up! Stop it okay?! I promise I'll laugh to every joke you make, just not this one. Owen, it's not funny!"
"You jerk wake up! Owen, it's-..." I pounded his chest again and again. No one was stopping me anymore. Not even the doctor. "it's not funny..." I cried. Knowing that he was just a corpse that they couldn't save, it was useless if they'd stop me now. "Doc! Do something! Anything! Please?!"
"Miss, we have to give you first aid."
I just kept giving him CPR. Knowing that I was getting nothing out of what I was doing, I held in anyways. "You're scaring me, please just... Just stop scaring the hell out of me. It's too scary, it's hurting me so so bad. You promised you won't hurt me Owen-,... Please stay alive, please. I don't even care if it's Britney or Ashley or whosoever whom you'll love. Just live!"
"Lazy hog, I love you." I whispered close to his ear, hard to believe that this could be our last, it could be his farewell.
There was still so much to do with Owen.
Too much memories to put in a scrapbook.
Dates and pink roses for surprises.
Movies, pop corns, parties, freedom, love.
Warm kisses on my forehead, hugs, tears, nights together until our hair goes grey.
Family pictures to hang on walls.
A baby that would exactly resemble him but a lot cuter.
Children to call him Daddy.
Kids who will be getting his perfect eyes and the shade of my hair.
Wedding, honeymoon, children I imagined every single night, now is just a fantasy. A cast away waiting to get locked in a box thrown into the ocean.
Memories.
This shouldn't be a goodbye. I just couldn't accept that fact. But the truth? Owen was unresponsive already. In every second the clock ticks, the paler he got. The clearer truth slammed reality back into my mind. All I could say was, why?
Is this good bye? I held him tight for the last time, knowing it could be my last.
It just torn me to pieces. No matter how I tried to hold on, it stabs too hard, it hurts too much. Nothing was making it okay and nothing will.
He was a part of me. Attached to me, stuck together, the future I can't determine more. Death was such an intense idiom. Owen's too handsome to surpass as a corpse. To innocent to die. Too pitiful to let go of my hand.
I love you Owen, so much, I would take your place with no regrets.
I should die and you should live.
Owen I, I will miss you.
Good bye.
I love you, I really do.
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❤Fall For Me❤
Mizah'Owen is my best pal. Since we were kiddos, sleeping in one bed together has never been a big deal for both of us, even now that we're 17. We fight and argue a lot, yet we know our boundaries. But is it possible for our perspective to alter as we ge...
