Silent Words

Scene 10

Lying on a bed, I stared at the ceiling. I wondered if anyone could ever figure out how many pieces I was truly broken into. Turning my head to the side, I stared at the empty bed across from mine. People didn't know the full reason. They assumed from some sort of depression, which it sort of was.

I had another reason, though, alongside all of those. The Doctor had told me that Physical Paralyzation was a side affect due to the nervous system being connected to the heart. Like everything else in my body. I couldn't feel my right foot, that was the problem. My right arm still had small feeling in it, as did my left leg. My left arm, however, seemed fine. 

I had finished my letters to people long ago, I only had two. One was to my doctor, Dr. Lumena, and the other was to my shrink, Dr. Philips. I wasn't able to talk much even if somebody came to see me other than those two. I pressed a button to send Dr. Philips up here. About five minutes later. My door opened.

"Remember when you asked to see one of my drawings?" I asked, my voice still rusty. She nodded, "Merry Christmas, Dylan." I nodded. Then I sat up, pointing to the large box in a corner of the room. "Merry Christmas, Dr. Philips." I replied, she seemed confused. "That's for me?" She asked, I nodded. "All yours."

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It's currently December 30, I just woke up from a spasm attack. My doctor walked in, "Dr. Philips gave me your letter to me. I hope this is what you want, it's a little late to change your mind." I was sweating, I could barely move. My heart was going viral on the Cardiogram. "This is.... my last..." I trailed off with my question. He nodded, "Yeah. I suppose so."

Dr. Philips came in soon after, a migraine was taking over. "Are you positive about this?" I chuckled a small bit. "Hey, maybe this time I can actually restart on the upcoming year." Tomorrow was New Years Eve. "Hey, docs." I said, I could feel everything drifting. They both looked at me. "To answer your question... this is... the first time ever.... I finally feel.... like I'm flying." I gulped on the last word. I was ready. I closed my eyes as the Cardiogram sounded my final heartbeat. "Time of Death. 2:38."

Unknown:

I sat in the room I had been in nine years. A nurse had taken me in, said I needed to be watched on a daily basis. She walked in, "Here's the daily newspaper, just like you always seem to ask for." I nodded to her with a smile and took it into my hand. I was positive the boy I once knew would make it to the top. Or at least he deserved to. Sighing, I found nothing of what I wanted to know. "Permission to use your laptop, ma'am." I simply asked.

She nodded, going to her room. She had also taken me in because her husband had passed about a year before. She had nobody at home with her, and her only child, a son, had found an elsewhere place in this world. I got onto a search engine, typing in the boys name. Soon, I found an article about him from where he must have been all this time. 10 years.

6 months ago, this article was published. I read to the last part. December 30, that was when he passed. Tears began sliding down my face. This wasn't what was meant for either of us. I never even got to meet him after a certain night when we were separated. The last sentence of the article caught me crying. May he, truthfully, have a new beginning on the start of the next year that may shield him from going through the harm he always experienced.

I grabbed a coat and put it on, "Ma'am, may we go somewhere?" I told her where exactly I wanted to go. "That's almost an hour away!" I tilted my head, "An hour is far little compared to 10 years. I need go somewhere to see the last of my childhood and tell it goodbye." Walking out of her room, she slowly nodded.

We arrived at a cemetery, I asked she wait in the car as I managed to get out all my own. Searching each grave, I came across one that I had come to see. My parents were cremated in resemblance to letting go of such harsh behavior, and a new beginning. 14 years of age, that was all he got.

"I have finally found the one thing I've wanted since a certain day meerly 10 years ago. But it was too late to have found it now. Figured I would have to go before you did, but that is not... the normal function of the world. Earth's only function can ever be random. So, I apologize, for the events that have come, but I also envy your privelege. Your true new start. You definitely deserve it, I only wish we could start it off together. Enjoy the new world, and may it treat you well, and give you the life you deserved all along, until I may join you once again. Dylan Socrane, I come here at this day with a farewell to somebody I never got to say goodbye to. The one that deserved all that he could manage to recieve, but barely got anything at all. On this day, I ask for your forgiveness and give you the promise that we will see eachother again. What you got of a life, sometimes, the only words you can give are silent."

I had much to say, but I was sobbing to the point where I could no longer speak. I bowed my head before the gravestone. This was the day I had realized my promise to see my favorite person must wait until I not gaze upon the stars, but stand alongside them. It was raining, but I had no problem with such. Maybe the skies were crying through the agony as well. My hands trembled as I turned around and wheeled myself back to the vehicle. "What were you doing anyways, Lilly?" She simply asked as I got back into the car, crying and soaked. "Making a p-promise."