That's Cole

Reality

The days pass quickly here in the hospital.  I have been in the Hospital of Unwell Accidents for a total of five days, not including the day I arrived.  I am finally starting to understand and accept my new reality.  It’s still quite scary, but its getting easier.  

I’ve met quite a lot of people here in the hospital.  I met a girl named Avery who died from her severe case of lung cancer.  I met a man named Ryan who died when his head was smashed into the ground during war.  I met a boy my age who is my age who committed suicide and drove off a bridge in his mom’s mustang.  His name is Brayden.  

Brayden and I had become really good friends in the past few days.  I guess he’s really the only friend I’ve ever had besides Estella.

Brayden is good-looking.  His hair is a dark blond and it covers almost over his eyes.  His eyes are a dark brown with gold flecks in them.  He’s skinny, and he has very little muscle on his arms.  His skin is pale, like mine.  Brayden tells me that he never went outside much, nor did I.  

Felicity tells me that if I want to go outside the hospital, to the Mortal World, I could.  

Brayden and I decide we would go outside on Monday.

On Monday, we wake up at three in the morning and the hallways are stirring.  Unseens flood the halls and some head outside, some do not.  Brayden and I join the stream of people and make our way out the door.  

I inhale, my frozen lungs taste fresh air once again.  I smell the dew, grass, and dirt.  I didn’t think I would ever miss those things.  

Brayden and I wander for awhile.  We’re not quite sure where were are going, however we could go anywhere.  We could get ourselves to Italy in a matter of three minutes, but we choose to wander the streets of New York.

Walking the streets I had walked a million times before made me feel quite empty inside. We didn’t pass many people until it came to be six in the morning.  The sun began rising.  I thought of all the time I had spent sitting on my roof, watching the sunrise on the insomniac nights where I couldn’t sleep what-so-ever.

“Hey, Brayden.” I tugged at his arm a bit, he looked up.

“Yeah?” His eyes perked up at me.

“I’m gonna go somewhere, can I meet you at the hospital in a few hours?”

Brayden nodded and I kept walking.  

I first made my way over to my home.  Or, what used to be my home.  

I walked up to the front door and put my hand over the black, metal door.  I opened the Unseen door and walked into the house.  

The man who was once my father rumbled down the stairs, wearing a white dress shirt and some dress pants.  He was off to work.  

My mother and Estella were presumably asleep.  

I made my way over to the man who was once my father.  It seems unnatural to now call him ‘dad’.

I walked over to him and stared at my feet.

“Hello,” I muttered “I’m okay, in case you were wondering.”

The man shuffled over to the dining room, where we once had all sat and sang happy birthday to Estella.

“I have a friend and a tattoo.” I stated clearly “I miss you.”

The man then wandered out the door, into his car, and drove off.  

I watched the car roll down the street and out of my eyesight.  

I walked through the house a little more, examining everything. My family did not like funerals, they were blinded by death.  I would most likely not be getting a funeral.  I would just get lowered six-feet-under while my parents and Estella watched.  

I walked over to my old door and grabbed the knob of the Unseen door before turning the knob and passing through.  My room was exactly the way I had left it.  Messy, with a pile of cords sitting on the ground, my laptop sitting on my desk, and my video camera sitting on the edge of my bed.  

However, one thing in my room was not the same.  Two people lie sleeping in my bed.  

One was the woman who had once been my mother and the other was Estella.  

I planted a kiss on each of their foreheads, then I left the house that I used to call home.