Interlinked

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Timing: Three Thirty p.m.

After waking up, unaware of anything, thinking that everything that happened last night was another wicked dream I usually encounter every night for God knows when, I spoke to my mother who I found sitting close to me, while her hand cautiously held my uncovered fingers. Knowing that I'd be staying in for a while, and that the pain might kick in every once in a while should be accepted, I only prayed to God that this might just be a dream.

"Well, do you know who hit me?" I ask my mom, since we were still discussing the accident that happened yesterday. She looked at me, clenching her jaw as if studying what she is about to say next. She simply nods and triggers me to know more. "Well?" I ask, dragging along my words to show her my intensive curiosity.

"He's around your age, so they press charges since you're still well," she gives me half a smile, "alive." She purses her lips together and I let a sigh out.

"Good," I tell her, chewing the inside of my cheek as I examine the hospital room we're in. "If he's my age, then I don't want him behind bars." I explain and she nods.

"Do I know him?" I question.

"Yeah, I think so?" She cocks an eyebrow, unsure of her answer. "But he'll be here." She informs and I smile.

Before I am able to say anything else, or divert the conversation, I hear a faint knock on the door and my mom clears her throat out before she speaks. "Come in," her voice travels in the room, and whoever was behind the bright wooden door quickly opens it to reveals Trevor's face.

"Hey mom, hey Ray." He says, nodding his head in our direction, and I notice how his hand is holding a phone and pressing it on his shoulder. "Ray, someone's on the phone, he says his name is James." He explains as he walks further more to hand me the phone and I think of who is this James guy I don't recall being his friend or him being mine.

"I'll go to the restroom." Mom says and she walks into the bathroom that's to the right.

"Hello?" I ask, managing my breathing whilst Trevor waves for me before he exits the room.

"Hi, Rauqel?" The guy on the line replies and I cannot seem to know who he is.

"Who's James?"

"No one," the guy chuckles and I cock an eyebrow still unable to unlock the mystery of that guy.

"Then?" I drag along, and the guy stops laughing. "It's Mason, but don't hang up!" He says and my heart slowly dies in agony.

"You have five seconds then." I warn him and I can hear him sighing.

"Make them longer," he says and I roll my eyes. "I need to say I'm sorry, and to make sure you're fine."

"I don't need your pity, Mason." I hiss, and remove the phone from my ear in attempt of ending the call, but I stop when I hear him telling me to wait and put the phone back next to my ear. "Tell me?" I ask, bitterness pinching me at its best.

"Can I come and see you?"

"No, I don't need you to feel sorry for me. I'm not dead, my parents know how you look like, so if you dream of a future, I suggest you keep your distance."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You said it, like five times already." I roll my eyes and hear the water being flushed inside the bathroom. "I have to go."

"Rauqel! Wait!" He nearly shouts and I sigh in frustration. "Yes, Mason?" I heavily breathe.

"How can I get you to forgive me?" He asks, his voice seems to carry sorrow.