Chapter Eleven
I'm walking down a narrow white hallway. It smells like a hospital. Don't people know I hate hospital smells.
My footsteps echo throughout the hallway. I don't know where I am going, all I know is that I need to keep walking forward.
Hearing voices, I pick up my pace. What seems like hours later, the hallway expands into an all white waiting room. The hospital smell changes into that of my favorite flower, irises.
"Hello?" I call out.
"Take a seat miss. Your decision will be made shortly," a voice behind me says.
I whip around to face a gorgeous woman. Her jet black hair flowed down to her waist. Her porcelain skin almost seemed to reflect the white of the waiting room. She is wearing a white dress that seems to have a golden hue to it.
"Where am I?" I ask timidly.
She smiles kindly to me, "You're in the Waiting Room."
"The Waiting Room?"
"Yes, now please take a seat. We will be with you shortly." she points to the seats in the room.
I look around the Waiting Room, there is only one other person in here, a teenage boy. He was buff, blackish-brownish hair, a few tattoos peeking through his tattered shirt. Quickly contemplating, I decide at least sitting near him I could have some company and entertainment.
Quietly, I slip into a seat across from him, he raises an eyebrow at my movement. "So my looks didn't scare you off?"
I shrug my shoulders, "Not really. That and depending on how long I am stuck in here, might as well have some company."
He smirks at me and shakes his head.
"What?" I ask him, slightly annoyed.
"I would never expect to see someone like you here."
"Like me? And speaking of which, where are we?"
His smirk grows, "You really don't know do you?"
I shake my head.
"Babe, you're in the in between, the place where it decides if you will live or die."
I choke on my own spit, "Excuse me?"
He gives me a sideways look, "Yeah, as in you're in a coma right now."
"How is that pos-oh.." suddenly it comes back to me. "Oh my god."
The shooting, seeing my mom, the realization that I loved Mac. It all came rushing back.
"You okay?" the guy asks me.
I look up at him, "I have to live, I have to tell him that I love him."
"A boyfriend?" he waggles his eyebrows.
"Yes and no," I sigh, looking down at my hands.
"Ooo sounds complicated, tell me," he scoots to the edge of his seat.
I groan, "I have a boyfriend, and he's like, I guess, considered the 'perfect' boyfriend. We've been dating for several years, but then this other guy came along. I couldn't really stand him at first. But I guess overtime I developed feelings for him. He even came to South Africa with me to meet my mom for the first time. It wasn't till I got shot and was slipping into the darkness that I realized I loved him."
He gives me a small smile, "I know how you feel. I didn't realize I loved my next door neighbor until I saw the headlights of that semi."
"Zachary, Sigourney," the woman with the jet black hair says. We both immediately look at her.
"Zachary, you will be going through the door on your left, and Sigourney, you will be walking back down the hallway."
We both look at each other, knowing what this meant for the other. He comes over and gives me a hug.
As we part ways, he calls after me. "Hey, tell him you love him before it's too late."
"I will," I say meekly.
"I'll be watching over you," he smiles before the light behind the door swallows him up.
I head down the hallway again. Suddenly I feel a pressure in my left hand. I pause to look at it, trying to figure out what was going on.
That's when I heard it.
"Please don't leave me. You can't. I'm in love with you."
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