The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 33- You Forgot About Me

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

     Church was one thing a lot of us teenagers went to, not to pray but just to be with each other. I didn't go until I learned that Matilda goes now. Everyone gathered at the building, trying to sit as close to the front as possible, but here I was making my way through the aisle to the back, I didn't do it on purpose, but it was where SHE was sitting. I sat a few seats over, and pulled out my phone, the same thing she was doing. I was texting, she was texting, but other people. I had her phone number still, but I was scared to message her. This cycle repeated once a week for quite awhile, I only went to see her, and I've caught her glimpsing at me a few times, but looked away. I'm starting to think we both come here just to see each other.

--Maddi's P.O.V--

     Life. What is it? I don't know. Everything is all a mystery now. I’ve found journals past me have written in, and I had my priorities pretty straight, now I don't even know what I should do when I wake up in the morning. One thing I do like to do is, come to this praying building, the church, its peaceful, and there’s this one guy that sits near me every time, but doesn't acknowledge me. He was the one I woke up to after my surgery, and the one that manages a smile every time we share a look together, but I must be a huge bitch as to not even realize what I mean to him.

     I don't even know, all I know is he said we were best friends, he was with me this whole time, and we were in love. And do you know what I go and do? Ignore him. I don't know better. I think I do have feelings for him; maybe they're just filled with sympathy or I generally liked him. I'm to scared to even say hi to him.

     I was caught gazing over at him, our eyes met, until what sounded like an explosion occurred in the rooms behind the crowd, but mainly him and I. It was loud, startling, and people screamed, and smoke rose from underneath the doorway. I felt like I was stuck in one place, standing in the aisle, as people screamed at me to get out.

     Fire made its way towards me, but I did nothing. "Maddi!" Someone yelled, I was pushed out of the way, but onto the ground, I yelped in pain, but looked up only to see HIM, submerged underneath a ceiling beam, burning. I was so far away from the door. I was scared, I was screaming, I had a clear run to the door right then, but instead, I grabbed hold of his hand and started to pull, yet he was telling me to leave, and run, but I kept pulling; but failed.

     I kept saying, in struggle, "No. I won't!" over and over again. My arms struck with pain every time I pulled, I wasn’t that strong.

     "Safe yourself! RUN!" He was screaming at me, I started crying more, but turned around and ran, tripping my way down the steps, falling onto my arm, with another scream, searing pain shot up my arm, but I ran home, sobbing. My parents thought I was crying because of my arm, but that was the least of my issues. I should have stayed. I forgot all about him.

     Same arm, as my doctor told me, that I broke before in a car crash. Yea, I'm pretty smooth, the procedure was vaguely remembered. My arm wasn’t broken, just injured. Leaving the emergency again, yet this time, I keep getting flash backs to the fire, and that guy that I should have said hi to. Is he alive? Did he survive? I want to know. I need to know. As I was staring down at my now bruised right arm, where I had that bracelet I refused to take off. But the bracelet wasn't there, "Mom? Where’s that bracelet I always wear?" I asked, but still looking down at my arm.

     "In my purse, hunny." She said, keeping her eyes on the road that we travel on way too much. I looked around in her purse, moving some loose pieces of paper and candy wrappers, lifted the cigarettes out of the way, and found it in the deepest part of her purse, where some loose change sits. I had issues slipping it onto my left wrist. I felt as if it was special to me, I think HE gave it to me, he was always looking at it while hiding a smile-- Smile. I haven't done that in awhile. Not since church earlier today, when someone made a joke.

     Thinking of today: Waking up, taking awhile to remember where I was and what should I do (sometimes this happens), but got ready, texted a bit with Mitchell, he was asking me to hang out, but I refused as I wanted to go and hang out at the church instead. Mitch was a dear friend of mine, told me him and I were friends before the surgery, not sure if I believe him; I had no pictures of him and I like I had pictures of that OTHER guy, and I. But he seemed to latch on to me. I walked to the church, and sat at the back, away from everyone else who was piling in. Along came that boy walking down between the seats towards the back where I was, I knew he was going to come-- he always does! Things were going fine, until and ear shattering noise happened behind me, and that's where everything I never wanted to happen-- happened.

     I really wasn't able to think straight.