Crash Into You

Harry and A Remarkable Journey

Mason has a look of relief and sudden indifference as his eyes place upon the boy beside of me.

"Who is this?" He asks harshly. The jaded eyed fool answers

"My name is Harry Edward Styles. I recently have moved to the US from Britain."

I hardly process his words as I stare at Mason, mouth agape. He stares at Harry in disgust and he strides over to be bedside and kisses my dark hair.

He ruffles it and the look in his smooth eyes is of pure love and care. I lean into his shoulder as he lays onto the hospital bed beside me. As if I weren't here he asks Harry how I am.

Harry gulps as he answers.

"She has three broken ribs. One broken leg. Her left shoulder is dislocated. She did have some internal bleeding. She has a concision. They had to give her blood transfusions. She also is clearly on oxygen and will be for the next week or so. She will also have to attend physical therapy three days a week for the next two months." He rubs the back of his neck. It's a habit I've realized he does when he's ashamed or nervous. I had no idea how bad off I was. I had just woken up to see my brother. I thought that I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I can't help but to show my utter disgust for the whole situation. Harry give me a heartbreaking glance of sympathy. I roll my eyes and groan.

"Stop looking at me in pity.... both of you," I say as Mason's expression mirrors Harry's. "So what that I had external bleeding it a near death experience? It doesn't make me any less! I still am kicking and screaming, so look at me in pride, not sympathy." In my moment of empowerment I take the oxygen nubs out of my nostrils and in pull the IVs from my arms quickly. Before Mason can stop me I stand and make my way for the door. My first step is excruciating. I cry out in make but I continue to move in exasperating and breathtakingly painful steps. On the fourth step I fall to my knees, one leg straight and in a cast. I cry out and loudly pray to God right there. I try to move, but the motion brings me to my face in pain that feels like knifes against my legs and stomach. The sting cuts me deep and I try to wiggle to the door. I will not give up! I scream bloody murder as a cord scraps against my body and breathless I lay on my stomach.

Mason picks me up and lays me on my bed. My head is down and I do not fight. I hurt and had been hurt by my own coward ness. Harry looks at me with sadness in his jade eyes. They glisten in the dim light. I promised myself never to cry in front of anyone, but before I can control my tears, they fall from my eyes and onto the thin bedding. I make no sound except the pit pat if my tears furiously falling to the navy blanket. I turn to look at Mason, who had tears on his cheeks as well. He never cries, not even at dad's funeral. That's when I decide that this is the last time I will ever cry publicly. I wipe my eyes. This small motion causes me to moan in pain. I wipe Mason's eyes with the same index finger and I whisper in his ear,

"Don't cry for me, Mason. I'm not worth it." I smile at him as he looks at me incredulously.

"But you are," he says his eyes searching for mine. I look into his deep eyes and see the truth of his words staring at me. I see my reflection in his tear clouded eyes. Am I worth it?