~Ours~

Song of Marvels: Chapter 2

“Kelly, Kelly! Stop acting, stand up! It's not funny. I know you wanted my forgiveness but this is not the way to get what you want. Kelly, please!”

I shook him but he didn't move. I shouted for help. Looking every cars that passed by. I looked at him pouring all my sympathy. He was unconsciously soaked in wet, his guitar case lie beside him as lifeless as he was. I tried to shook him, touching his cheek, covering his face from the pouring rain. Beat! Beat! Beat! The rain kept pouring heavily, like a storm in the middle of summer. I need someone who can help us, someone who can lead us towards the hospital. I was planning to drag him until the front porch but my body couldn't move and let me stay beside him nothing to do, just to shout for help beneath the gush of winds. Beat! Beat!

“HELP! Somebody help us.”

I tried to make him stand but he is too heavy for me. A car stopped and someone came out, an old man. Thank God. He lift Kelly and I followed until he was properly placed at the back seat. I tried to put his head on my shoulder. His body is burning.

“Hurry up, mister.”

“I'm trying.”

I couldn't help myself but to cry as the driver led us to the nearby hospital. He brought us to St. Luke's Hospital-Allentown Campus at Cloud Street. Hospital staff took him hurriedly and put him on a stretcher. A female nurse asked what happened and I told her everything that might be a great help to her, and the doctor followed Achilles.

I keep on crying. What happened? I want the doctor now. I want to know what the hell is happening. I bit my nails in fear, like I always do when a teacher asked me some question that I could not answer. My body shook in cold, and asking myself why did this happened to Achilles? Ugh. And why me? I want the fucking doctor now. But, all I did was to stare the room where Kelly was placed. It's like I'm waiting for a prey behind the door, and attacked him with so many questions.

After an hour, someone came out. I stood without hesitations.

“Is he okay?”

“We still need to see the findings, it won't take long time. For now, I can't say something.”

I nodded, but still I haven't heard everything I want to hear from him.

“Can I see him?”

He nodded. “But don't stay too long.”

“Is he awake?”

“Yes,” the doctor said, signaling his nurse to let me in.

My heart started to pound heavily, once again. Guess he's okay.

I entered the room, and yes he got his consciousness. I slowly walked towards him, gulping every saliva formed in my mouth that hindered me to talk. What the hell I'm going to tell him? I just stood like a mannequin on a boutique. I took a deep breathe, and I didn't know how many breathe I took before I could say something to him.

He shot a look at me, I smiled but Kelly just stared without any expression on his face. And I couldn't control myself but to cry in front of him again like a child pleading something. Silly of me.

I felt different atmosphere by just standing in front of the person whom you love. It's like someone took your soul while you're in the nightmare. I'm shattered into pieces, and I can't find my parts back. Ugh!

It took few minutes to gather the right words to say to him after what happened lately in the house and all those accusations and misunderstandings.

“How are you?”

No answer.

“Uhmm, I saw you in our lawn so I called some help.”

...No answer again.

“So. Er. Hop you feel okay. I'm sure you'll do good and---”

“Get out,” he snapped cutting my line.

I froze.

“I said get out!” he said in a raspy voice, “you said we're done right? I am not committed to you anymore. We're over.”

“But---”

“Jen, please. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I'm your burden, and I don't want to be the reason for your many loss in your life. I don't want to destroy your summer, I don't want to see you crying because of a man who is unloved.”

“NO,” I started to defend, “no, I'm just so emotional at that time. I don't even know what I was saying. Please forgive me.”

He laughed with sarcasm on his face.

“It hurts when you lie,” he said still looking at me without even blinking, “I don't want to push yourself just to be with me.”

“Achilles. NO.”

I saw him closed his eyes, I don't know what he thinks at that moment. But, it means something to me, it meant that I should leave him alone. So I took a step backward and expecting him to say: don't leave me, but he didn't. And all I could do was to wait for the findings.

The words he said is still on my mind and it seemed the words tuned into a sharp objects targeting my heart.

I opened my eyes and I noticed that I'm in my room. Guess I fell asleep in the hospital and Tim brought me home. Then, I smelled fried egg downstairs. Who's cooking? Timothy? I hurriedly went downstairs to check who's cooking.

“Dad!” I said in extreme joy, “you're back!”

I embraced him tightly and he smelled homeless. I kept on smiling but I stopped when I remembered Achilles.

“Is it Kelly?” he whispered, rubbing my back.

I nodded and started to cry. “He's in St. Luke's. I want to be with him dad. But, I said something the hurt him. I failed again.”

“Don't worry. We'll going to visit him this evening.”

“I can't wait until evening. But did he saw you when you took me from the hospital? Did you took me or Tim?”

Asking that made me laugh, the thing that dad carrying me when I'm asleep. I remembered when I'm at the age of eight. I fond of watching cartoons every night than to beg dad for bedtime stories. When I fell asleep I always felt dad's arm carrying me to my room.

“Yes, we talk for awhile,” dad said, and a saw a pasta on the table. Geez!

“He already forgave Carlo,” he added.

“So it was Carlo's...”

Dad nodded.

“How about me? Did he mention my name?”

He shook his head.

I pursed my lips and continue to cry on his shoulder, taking away my favorite food on my mind.