Whisper Me Your Screams

❦9

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ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ'ˢ
ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ
ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ, ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ.
NINE OF NINE

THREE YEARS LATER

"I think we should go.." Michael trails off. My dad has recently been put in the hospital. He has- well had an undetected heart disease. The doctors say he's not going to make it, if they had found it sooner he may have had a chance to survive.

"What if he doesn't want me there?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"If he does?"

...

"I want to visit him soon." I state, standing in the doorway of Michael and my apartment.

"Okay," he nods his head in understanding and continues, "when?"

"Tomorrow, maybe. Or Tuesday?" I haven't seen my dad in three years, it's kind of making me anxious knowing this might be my last chance to see him.

"Tomorrow sounds fine." Michael doesn't try to push the subject any further but instead goes back to watching TV.

Three years ago when I first moved in with Michael I confessed my homosexual relationship with him to my family.

My dad kicked me out the house and told me he never wanted to see me again. That didn't stop me from seeing my little sister's though. When they go over to our grandma's house I always try to clear my schedule to see them.

Michael has always been more than supportive to me and I really appreciate all he's done and continues to do.

...

Michael looks at me from the drivers seat of the car. I got my licenses but I still prefer Michael to drive me around.

We're parked in front of the hospital my dad is in. I feel scared and panicked. Scared because I haven't seen him in years, panicked because what if he doesn't want to see me.

"You know.. I've never met my dad and never will. I don't want you to regret not seeing him. I don't want you to wonder if things would have been different if you would have just talked to him." He stops for a minute but continues talking.

"If he dies, can you say you had nothing left to say to him?" Michael asks but says it more like a statement.

I pounder, "No."

I push open the car door and get out. The cold breeze makes me shiver a little. Once Michael is out and locked the car, we make our way to the hospital entrance.

"Hello, can I help you?" An older lady maybe in her late thirties asks us.

"Yeah.." I kind of zone out as Michael asks the lady for my dad.

I wonder where my mom is. I haven't seen her since my dad kicked me out. She never tried to call or anything. I know she stayed because my sisters have told me stories about them with her. I don't think I'll ever be close to my mom.

"Ryan? Come on." He pushes extends his arm and I take his hand in mine.

We walk down the hall of the hospital towards the area for overnight patients. There are nurses sitting at the desk in the middle of the room.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for room 183.. " The man directs down the hall and to the right. The room has a closed door and that cloth they put over the glass so no one can see inside without walking in.