The medic couldn't do anything besides confirm that Aouli is in a comma. I was at his side when it was confirmed. I went there everyday after work and lessons. The first days went by and no sign of him waking up. Then weeks... Then a month.... Then two. No sign. The doctor kicked me out of his room to talk to his parents in private.
My hands shook as I walked out. Few moments later Aouli's parents called me in saying that Aouli has a very low chance of waking up. The last time that he can talk is the surge. The surge is a last spurt of energy before he dies. They don't know when it will be nor how long he's gonna live after.
They were crying as I questioned them. I fell silent as I realized they were going through something worse than me. Aouli is their son and I'm just some childhood friend. I had no place being there questioning them. All I was doing was making things worse for them.
My eyes dropped to my feet and I started walking away. There was no destination or thought in my mind. Just my feet moving across grass and stone. I stop and the edge of a cliff. I looked up and instantly recognized the spot. My mom.
Is this the end?
Do I want to fall?
Is this right?
I have never been this close to the edge since I found out my mom died. Then I actually jumped. It was into the water, just past the rocks. The person that found me was Aouli. But there would be no Aouli to save me this time.
Wind gently pushed against my back, sending chills up my back. The waves crashed against the rocks where my mother's corpse lied, daring the cliff to collapse. I can see her down there waiting for me. Grey matter and blood scattered across the rocks and my mom raised a week arm and quietly called my name. Followed by "Iolana"
Iolana!
I can't leave her. She has no one besides my dad. She needs me. Then the ground broke from underneath me as I turned around. Time slowed.
Do I jump or accept it? Do I have enough time to turn forward and jump? Jump you fucking idiot!
On the last piece of dirt I jumped backwards and launched myself into the rough waters.

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Wishing Bottles
Teen FictionThe bottles floating through the rocky waves threatening to sink but stays afloat.