Don't Say Goodbye

Chapter 13

        I wake up to florescent lights shinning in my eyes. I squint them to try to adjust to the lighting. I rub my eyes and notice that I still have a needle in my arm. I am still in the hospital. I look over to my left and see Scott and my mom sleeping. They both look so peaceful, like nothing can hurt them. Innocent almost.  

        “Time for your check-up before you go home.” a nurse in blue scrubs says to me as she reaches for her stethoscope. She rubs the end of it in between her hands, Im guessing to warm it up. She tells me to lean forward and I do what she says. She listens for a little and smiles at me when she is done. 

        “I know this isn’t my place,” she starts as she looks down and rubs her hands together as if she is trying to keep them heated. “But I just want to tell you how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life.” she says as she gestures towards Scott. I look up at her and smile. “He is a special one isn’t he.” I say and then I look back at him and I see his eyes flutter open and immediately find my eyes. He smiles and then looks at the nurse and says “thank you for everything.” 

        “No problem.” she says before she leaves the room. 

        “Is today the day?” I ask Scott afraid to hear the answer. He looks down at his lap where his fingers are so intertwined that his knuckles are starting to turn white. He finally looks up after a few seconds and says to me “yeah, Im so sorry Olivia.” His eyes glisten with tears threatening to emerge. He looks away from me before he starts to cry. 

        I shift my focus to mom. She wakes up and notices that we are both awake. She looks at me, gets up, and walks over to my bed. Her weight makes the bed squeak. She takes my hands. “I know you are upset about moving. Im sorry. I really think this will be good for you and me. Everything is packed and I shipped it to New York this morning. Are you ready for your new start?” she looks at me like I might break at any moment. I look over at Scott, who is intently studying me. I bring my focus back to mom. “Im ready.” I say as a I take a deep breath preparing for my future. 

        She hands me a back pack filled with clothes, some make-up, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and my phone. I smile at her.

        The nurse comes back in and says I have been discharged. She told me I had a panic attack thats why I fainted. She slowly removes the needle from my arm, so she doesn’t hurt me. I thank her and get off the bed slowly. My legs wobble at my weight. I mange to make it to the bathroom with out falling down. 

        I put on the red shirt that was in the back pack and the black skinny jeans. I look through the bag to see if there are any shoes and I find my vans sitting at the bottom with some socks inside. I put those on. I finish doing my make-up and brushing my teeth. 

        I walk out of the bathroom, “Im ready, its now or never, lets do this.” 

        Scott grabs my hand. It feels nice to hold his hand. It makes me feel safe. 

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        We arrive at the airport and I say my last goodbyes to Scott. A lump in my throat starts to form when I walk away from him. This might be the last time I will ever see him in person. I mean of course we are going to text, call, and Skype, but it wont be the same. 

        I look back to see if he is still there, but he isn’t. He’s gone. I refocus on my mom who is checking in our two suitcases. After we are done we head through security, which is crazy extensive, and then to our gate. Our plane leaves in 2 hours. 

        2 hours I have until my whole life is changed. Until I am in a new state, new city, starting a new school. I just hope and pray that they wont make fun of me for my scars. 

        The 2 hours seems like forever, but we finally start to get on the plane. Its big and has a lot of seats. I follow mom through the plane until we get to our seats. She goes and sits by the window and I sit in the middle seat. A teenage girl sits next to me. She smiles at me and asks me if I have ever flown before, I guess I looked nervous or something. I told her I have but this time its permeant, Im not coming back home. I ask her if she lives in New York and she says yes, in New York City. She tells me all about it. 

        Maybe things will change. Maybe for the better. 

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