"Don't let me down."
~*~
Kian Lawley
It was Saturday, the day they planned to pull the plug. Anna Russett had been updating me on Andrea's health. As far as the two of us know, she has not shown any movements and the plan to pull the plug was be carried out. Anna was just as a mess as I was. She was a positive person, and was against the idea of pulling the plug. Like me, she had no control of her parents' decision.
I was laying on my bed, hopelessly laying there, as I stared at the ceiling.
"Come back," I whispered at my ceiling.
My phone buzzed and I quickly jumped out of my bed to get to my phone. Anna had texted me once again, another update.
Anna Russett: They're pulling it at 6 PM
I widened my eyes and looked at the time, 4:27. All at once, I began to hyperventilate. I decided to call Anna instead, not going to bother a simple text.
"Hello?"
It took me a minute to find my voice, "can I be present when they pull the plug?"
"It's family only," Anna informed me.
"Damn," I mumbled beneath my breath, "will you let me know what happens when they-- when they pull the plug?"
Anna's voice was cautious, as if she was trying to find a way to talk to me without me breaking down, "I will."
"Thanks."
"I've got to go Kian, my parents want to go ahead and head down there so we can say our final goodbyes."
I swallowed, "oh, okay. Bye."
And with that, she hung up.
I laid back down on my bed and closed my eyes, hoping that good memories of Andrea would come to me.
"What did I name the huge, ginormous teddy bear you gave me on Valentine's Day?" Andrea asked.
I smiled to myself as memories flooded in with her. I remembered this memory, we were filming her Boyfriend Tag, the second one.
"Go ahead, guess," she tormented me, feeling as though I would be incapable of guessing.
"Oh girlfriend, that I love so much," I sweet talked her, hoping she would tell me the answer.
She rolled her eyes and pushed away her hair, "yeah, yeah, yeah."
I leaned to her ear and quietly whispered, "what did you name it?"
She held up her hand, prepared to count down.
"Hold on, hold on!" I whined, "Tiny!"
She made the noise of an obnoxious buzzer.
In unison, we both said, "Smalls."
I jumped up excitedly, "I literally said that when you said that! That is so cheap, I got that right."
"No." She laughed.
We talked over each other as I claimed to have gotten that right, which I did, and she told me I didn't. I got annoyed, so I started making noises of a monkey screaming.
I couldn't help but laugh to myself, as I thought back on all the times that Andrea made the noise of an obnoxious buzzer. Her buzzer noise rang through my brain, causing me to smile, as well as lowkey get annoyed.
"Question number three," she looked at the camera, "why can't guys just own up to a mistake?"
I quickly got into a defensive mode, "we always do."
She made a face that signified that I was wrong.
"The girls are always like: 'bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh', so the guys are like: 'eh whatever', and then we just give in, because the girls are always right. And the girls always --the girls are just always right."
"That's a good answer," she told me, then looked back at the camera, "we're getting somewhere."
Memories of the two of us came and went.
"Bam!" I told the camera.
Andrea hummed happily and wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss my cheek repeatedly.
"Here we go. This is a good one. This is a really good one, Andrea. Andrea! It's a good one!"
If I thought long enough, I could still remember the way it felt when she kissed my cheek, then neck, repeatedly.
"Don't mess up my hair!" I told her as she wiped some sort of make-up substance on my face.
"Don't be such a diva," she told me as she continued to put the make-up onto my face.
"Don't mess up my hair," I backed my face away from her, "don't touch my hair!"
She laughed a little and began to apply the make-up onto my eyebrows.
"Or my eyebrows." I informed her.
My hair felt like it was being ruffled with. I snapped back into reality and saw Jc standing over me.
"What?"
He rolled his eyes, "your phone has been ringing nonstop for the last ten minutes."
I quickly sat up, "what time is it?"
"6:53," he said, looking down at his phone.
"They pulled the plug!" I freaked out and searched through my covers for my phone. I found my phone and saw 43 missed calls, all from Anna Russett.
"I'm just going to leave, let me know what happened," Jc told me, leaving my room, closing my bedroom door behind him.
I quickly called back Anna, "so sorry, I fell asleep, just flooding in memories of Andrea. What happened? Are you okay?"
Anna giggled, "she breathed!"
"She breathed?" I jumped out of my bed, super excitedly.
"They pulled the plug," Anna squealed, "and she was able to breathe on her own, no machines. Now, all we do is wait for her to wake up."
I smiled, "how long will that take?"
"They said it could be a few minutes, or a few weeks." Anna laughed, "I don't care when, I'm just happy my sister can breathe."
"Where are you?"
"We're at the hospital, come here!" Anna hung up as I quickly ran through my room, grabbing good clothes and my shoes. I hurried to get ready, then once I was ready, I ran to my car and began to drive to the hospital.
