My Last Day Standing

Chapter 5

Did I really just do that !?!?!?

My cheeks flushed a firey red and beads of cold sweat prickled in my forehead. "I'm sorry" I whispered quietly, " I shouldn't have said anything" Ashamed i looked at my feet and refused his eye contact.

"It's fine, I don't  see any reason for you to be apologising to me, you're the one i should be sorry for, you're dying!" His words hit me like a tun of bricks are he Emphasised dying. Know one in my three years of being looked down upon has ever comfronted me and my condition that way. I mean i'm not complaining, i actually kinda liked it, the fact that he wasn't scared about infront of me. The fact that he didn't hold back or even think of pretending i'm any less fortunate than him.

He turned back and looked at me, his eyes open almost resentfully "I didn't mean it in that way" He blared out quickly.

I giggled and said "It's okay, I know what you meant" I put my small under oxygenated hand on the side of his arm to reasure him. I think he was in desperate need of our change in conversation so i jumped in and said "How did you get dragged in her then?" It was his turn for the awkward silence, i saw him try to dodge the question but trust me he wasn't getting away with it that easily. If i had to talk about it so did he!

"Well....?" i nudged him playfully with my elbow.

"Okay, Okay" He stuttered. It looked like he was having as much troube putting his story into words than i  had.

"When i was eleven I was diagnosed with neurosis and two years later was given medication for my anxiety and depression. There has been alot of ups and downs for the past three years mainly ups but until last February when my brother was in a terrible car accident and two days later died in a coma. Ever since then i have stopped taking my medication and have fallen back into my depression chamber and now here i am, I was given the option to come her or be sent to a loony home, as my mother puts it"

At least his story was shorter than i'd put mine but jezz I thought i was messed up. Turns out my life wasn't as half bad as i thought, well not untill i met Oliver Jenkins.

My Expretion said it all, I was pretty much speechless. My mouth hung open and my eye's widened to the shock he'd given me. Stillnedd ran through the air.

"I'm sorry about your brother" I managed to choke out

"It's cool, He wasn't always a bit of an ass anyway" He laughed at what he seemed as a joke but i stayed silent.

"Oh hell, I did it again, I didn't mean it quite like that"  He paused to take a breath "Yeah, you know that filter in your head that stops you saying stupid and insulting things that normaly people would only think, well i don't have that, i just blur out whatever i think" He sat there uncontrollably knodding his head at every word, and i laughed.

Maybe he wasn't the sort of guy i expected him to be, Truthfully we both seemed as messed up as the other. " Thats one way of putting it" I almost shouted. My laughter slowly faded out and we both lay eyes on each other.

"I like you, Esther Danial's" He pointed at me, amost touching my arm "You're different" Now he was definetly touching me. His hand was lightly placed on my shoulder.

"You're not so bad either" i joked

"Esther Danials, Dr Freeman will see you now" The receptionist shouted from her small lonesome desk.

"That's me then, i better dash. I guess i'll see you around" I got up and regretted my words as soon as they'd left my mouth.

"Yeah, see you around" I saw his mood drop as he said this without looking at me.The first guy had ever held a conversation with me and yet we were already saying our good-byes to one an other. I slowly strode into the small room which would soon be my destination and at that i new i'd gained a friends, just a lose one.