Last Five Days

Third Day

"Mr. Black! Mr. Black! Wake up!" I was awakened with a wild shaking by this deadly, scary, little, cute monster. "Let's go to my best friend. I want to play with him.

"What time is it?" I asked while yawning.

"It's twelve noon!" Barry answered.

"What!" I screamed. "And what in hell are you wearing?" I didn't expect to yell out that pun but I did anyway.

"I'm a unicorn!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I'll wear this to my friend's house. We always have this playtime every Friday. I'm the unicorn and he's a teddy bear." He pulled my hand to get out of bed.

"Alright, alright. I'm getting out of bed now." I put on my black suit and carried the tiny unicorn on my shoulders.

We teleported to his friend's house, just like before. We arrived in his friend's room and there he is, wearing his teddy bear costume.

"Hello, Dave!" Barry exclaimed.

"I'm not sure he could hear you." I whispered.

"Hi, Barry!" And little Dave replied. I was dumbfounded. "You came! I thought you'd forget."

"Of course, I wouldn't. And I'm wearing my unicorn costume just like before." Barry was so excited.

"Sorry I couldn't go to your birthday. I had an operation in the city." Dave apologized.

"It's okay, Dave. I know you needed that operation so you could see." It was then I realized that the boy had bandages covering his eyes. "You can finally see me when you take that off."

"I don't think that's possible." I rebutted.

"Who's that?" Dave was surprised to hear my voice.

"Oh, that's Mr. Black. He's my babysitter until Sunday." Barry explained.

"Okay, I see." Dave said.

"But you couldn't..." I was shocked when Barry said that. "...because you're blind." This kid really has no brakes. The two laughed and everything was well. Oh, children!

They played for the next hour. A loud knock on the door echoed through the room. "Are you alright there, honey?"

"Yes, Mom!" Dave answered.

The door opened. In comes Dave's parents then a man in white robe. "Dr. Howell will take off your bandages now, okay. Everything will be fine."

"But I'm scared." Dave's voice cracked.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I won't leave you." Barry comforted his friend. "Hold my hand."

The doctor started to take the bandages off of Dave's eyes. The two friends held each other's hands. Dave's parents were nervous as they held their hands, too.

All the bandages were taken. "You can slowly open your eyes. It might hurt a bit but that's fine. Just take it slowly, okay?" Dr. Howell said.

"Don't worry, Dave. Open your eyes. I'll be here. You'll finally see me." Barry gave him a few more words of encouragement.

Dave slowly opened his eyes. As the light entered his eyes for the first time, he could see a silhouette of a boy standing in front of me. "This must be Barry." He thought. He closed his eyes one more time. He was quite overwhelmed by the new sensation he's having. He tried to open them once again, but this time, he fully opened his new peepers.

He looked around, surprised and excited of all the colors he could finally see. His parents hugged him. Everyone in the room was happy. The operation was successful.

"Where's Barry?" Dave asked.

His parents looked at each other with worried eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. Barry couldn't make it today for your playtime."

"But he was just here earlier. We were playing before you came inside my room." There was a look of confusion in his parents' eyes. "He was with his babysitter, Mr. Black."

"Honey, that's not possible. Barry is in the hospital right now." His father explained what happened.

"But...he was just here." Dave was so confused. He thought he could be mistaken. "I saw him when I first opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me. I swear!"

His parents started to weep. They sat him down and told him about the phone call the got that morning from Barry's mother. She called them to say that their playtime would not happen any time soon because Barry got into an accident.

The truth was Barry was in the room. We were standing in the corner watching everything. Dave could not believe what he heard. He's just a five year old boy after all. Everything was confusing to him. He stood up and walked to his table. He saw a paper with a written message addressed to him.

Dave,

I'm glad you saw my face for the last time. I'm happy that you are my best friend. I will never forget you. I'll see you again.

Your best friend,

Barry

Dave smiled, "I told you he was here," then showed his parents Barry's letter to him. His parents were bewildered. His mother got goosebumps.

"Where did you get this?" She asked.

"I told you, Barry was here." Dave said.

I don't what else it is but I knew what Barry left Dave – his friendship. True friendship lasts.