The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 30- Sully's P.O.V

-- Sully's P.O.V --

  I don't have a lot in my life, the most precious things to me are what takes me away from reality; Video Games, drugs, and Maddi. Video games, because you're playing someone else's life, and not focusing on yourself, abusing drugs is just an easy way out of everything, and just looking into Maddi's eyes can send me off to another world. There's nothing about her that isn't perfect. I've been in denial ever since the day at her house when she confessed what’s wrong, she looked so distant, like she didn't believe it either. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't cry, I was in the presence of a very judgemental Zoë and a very masculine Luke, so I sat there and looked as surprised as possible.

     I couldn't even start to imagine a life without Maddi, the story she shared has been such a burden I couldn't even enjoy the warm smoke entering my lungs anymore and i can't get her out of my mind; more than usual. She’s not even coming to school, so I can’t surprise her with little gifts in her locker that she never really finds out whom they’re from. I know she’s been in and out of the hospital, but I don’t want to think of the day where she’ll go into the hospital and might not come out. I plan to give her a bracelet when and if she goes into surgery, who knows? I can be a good luck charm, and be with her every step of the way, regardless.

*****

      “Hello?” I asked, picking up my phone. Whoever it is, it better be good, I was on a kill-streak.

      “Hey Sul, I wanted to tell you before Zoë or Luke—“ It was Maddi, and she sounded scared.

      “What is it?” I quit my game, so I wouldn’t be distracted. My friend’s probably thought I raged quit, as I died when I picked up the phone.

     “Wait, are you high?” She asked, and it made me laugh.

     “No, just burnt out, so I’m the opposite of high right now, I’m low… Very low.”

     “The doctor called today.” She said, and paused for a bit. I did too, “Lets just say my surgery date is in a few days.” Maddi sounded scared. I put down everything, even the phone call, slipped on my shoes and was out the door, she probably feels alone. I texted her,

Me: “I’m coming ovaaa”

A few minutes later: Maddi: “If you want to… then sure! Tomorrow morning I’m leaving.” I read over the message a few times just to realize she was talking about leaving for the hospital. I’m slow.

Me: “I’m going with you tomorrow 2, even if it means staying for a couple days.” I hope that text will cheer her up. She only lived a few blocks away and10 minutes later I was on her doorstep greeted by Steve, who showed me over to Maddi’s room, she was sitting up in her bed, her hair was up and out of her face, and she couldn’t look more sick, but she couldn’t look more beautiful to me without any makeup on. She smiled, and so did I.

     “Hey.” She said, her voice harsh.

     “Hey boo.” I said back, making my way to her.