For Forever and A Day

6.

Since the accident:
5 months 0 days
May 7th, 2010

"Excuse me Ms.Williams?" Cassandra jumped, her eyes shooting open. She looked up at the young officer.

"I'm sorry." She replied quietly as she shook her head. "I just space out sometimes."

Ryan Blake shook his head. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Cassandra gave the officer a small nod. "Yes of course." She replied weakly. "Anything else would you like to know?"

Ryan Blake nodded as he moved his pen towards the paper. "Can you tell me anything about the car?"

Cassandra shook her head. "All I know is that the car came towards us at a speed of seventy five miles per hour and that's because the police told me that." She shook her head. "Can't you find something from the type of tire of how the car imprinted ours or something ? Like how they do on the tv shows."

Officer Blake chuckled as he tapped the back of his pen onto the notepad. "Not that I know of, but I can look into that and see."

The girl smiled. "I think that will be more helpful then I will."

Ryan chuckled. "You've been a big help. Don't put yourself down." He stood up, clicking his pen and hanging it from the folder before closing it.

"All the information I told you was from what the police reports told me. " she shrugged her shoulders as her eyes seemed to glaze over. She paused for a moment as she looked down.

She seemed to get lost in thought once again and Ryan Blake became abut concerned for the girl. "Are you sure you're quite alright?" The officer asked her. Cassandra blinked before she looked back up and nodded slowly.

"I think it's best that you go now. " she stood up from her place on the couch and made her way to the door.

Ryan knew he would get nothing else out of her and decided that for today this would enough. He stood slowly and followed her.

Ms.Williams opened the door and the Officer stepped into the doorway. He payed before he turned back around to face her. "I would like to put you into counseling for PTSD."

Cassandra Williams eyes widened. "I think you should leave." The girl repeated as she moved her hand up to the side of the door and gripped it tightly.

"Please. Just try the counseling. It will help you with the accident and with coping with his death."

Cassandra looked at the man, her eyes narrowed. "I think not." She reached her arm up and pushed the man out of the doorway before slamming the heavy wooden door shut. Officer Blake heard the lock click back into place and he slowly turned and walked back down the hallway to the elevator.

Cassandra on the other hand watched through the peep hole and made sure he was gone before she turned and walked back to her bedroom.

She didn't want some shrink going through her head and making her try to forget Bryan ever existed.

It had been almost three weeks since the accident.  Everyday Cassandra had gone to visit her beloved. She would sit by his bedside and read him a story or she would talk endlessly about anything and everything.

She'd talk of her day to her family, her feelings to how much she missed him. It hurt her to see him like this. Her heart ached to see his monitor beat steadily but his brain activity decreasing day by day.

She knew by now to expect the worst but she couldn't. As she recovered and got better he only seemed to get worse and it hurt her even more to think she was taking his life .

She closed the book she was reading  to him, a book by Stephen King who was one of his favorite authors. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath.

The door opened and the girl opened her eyes and looked up. Mrs.Turners met her gaze. A sad smile spread across the older woman's face as she looked at the broken girl before her.

"How are you holding up?" The mother asked.

"I'm alright" Cassandra replied with a smile. She wanted to tell her she was breaking and crumbling at the seams, but she knew that his mother was going through so much worse. She could lose a son at any moment now.

"I'm glad to hear it. But remember that  you don't have to hold it all in." She replied as she took a few steps forward and sat down in one of the empty chairs beside Cassandra.

"Bryan was having me hold this for him. He didn't want you to find it." She dug into her pink coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box.  She reached out and pulled out her hand and placed the box in it before closing the girls fingers around it.

Cassandra's heart began to beat rapidly as her other hand moved shakily towards the box. She pulled back the lid as tears came to her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath to try to calm herself but she couldn't.

Tears snuck out from under her eyelids and began to run down her cheeks. More tears came as sobs filled the air around them.

Mrs.Turners moved over and wrapped her arms around the frail girl, pulling her close.

'He was going to propose. We were going to get married. Nothing will ever fix that.'