Promise I Will

15

I survey the room for the hundredth time. Each time it looks the exact same.

Four white walls, a chair in the corner to my left and a table to my right. The chair is a plain dull red, the whole thing made of metal and the cushions flattened from all the use its been though. Matching the dull, worn out chair, the door wears the same coloured paint. On it, it reads the number 319. It's in bold white font. The 3 for the third floor and the 19 for the room I'm placed in.

The door is pushed open and the hall seems deserted. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. It seems very interesting suddenly. There are cracks, and the light in the centre is luminously bright and I'm starstruck by it. Its beams down all day long, and when it burns out, it gets replaced. Sometimes I wish I was a light.

"If you stare at it too long, you'll go blind." Carson's voice announces.

My head snaps down and I look towards the door where the voice came but to my dismay, I couldn't see him.

I blink a few times to try and get rid of the white dot claiming my vision. It starts to clear, but the white dot stays in my way.

"Told you..." He laughs.

"Shut up. I'm not blind." I tell him and the little white dot has disappeared completely.

"Any longer and you would've been."

"Shouldn't you be at school right now?" I change the topic. Who cares if I would have gone blind? Not me. I wouldn't mind at all. I wonder what it's like to live without seeing everything. As I think about it, I change my mind. I don't want to give Olivia, Aiden or anybody else another reason to hurt me.

I can already hear the things they would say.

"Watch where you're going!"

"Look at her, she pathetic."

"At least now she has a reason for looking so hideous."

It's like roars from a tiger in your ear. The sound hitting you with force and knocking you over and off your seat. The same sweat beads on your forehead and trickles down your face. The same pound in your chest. The same unsteady breath you get.

"Yes, but I skipped." He stated bluntly, shaking me from my disturbed thoughts.

"Oh."

"Your surgery went great. They managed to get you all fixed up."

I smiled, "Yeah, but it sucks, they want me to stay here till tomorrow. I guess its fine though, since tomorrow is Saturday."

He takes a seat in the red chair beside me and we sit in silence. A nice kind of silence. I seemed to enjoy his company even if he wasn't talking to me. I just felt like I wasn't completely in this world alone.

"Did you read it?" He asks.

I nod, not being able to form a proper sentence.

"It's true."

"Can you read it to me?" I wonder while taking it out from under the covers beside me. I slept with it after my nightmare. It made me feel better. I didn't have another bad dream after.

He smiled and nods once and hold out his hand for me to place it down. I unfolded it like I had yesterday and smoothed it out. He clears his throat and starts to read.

* * *

"I'm fine Carson. I can hold it." I insist.

Carson has been babying me ever since we walked out the door of the hospital. My mom and dad were in the car waiting for me. Carson had insisted he would help me.

"Just let me do it." He demands. I sigh and roll my eyes, but give in. He takes my bag of clothing that I had worn when I arrived to the hospital in his hand and led the way to my parents car.

"Thank you." We both say at the same time when we get to the car.

I shake my head, "Why are you thanking me?"

"For letting me help you. I know its hard for you to let anyone in."

The corners of my mouth curl and my eyes brighten. "Well, thank you..."

"What are you thanking me?" He mimics my question.

"For everything." I swing my body around and yank the handle to open the door. I slid in making myself comfortable.

Before my door shuts, I hear Carson say, "You're welcome."

I look through the window at him and I could see the smile on his face, and I mirrored it. I turn in my seat to face forward and the car glided in motion...