When I woke up, I saw Takara still fast asleep. The scars on his face were slowly fading away. I put my hand on his chest and waited for his heartbeat.
But it never came.
I put my hand under his nose and felt his breathing.I watched as his chest expanded and fell with each breath. Impossible.
"Takara," I whispered. "Takara, wake up."
He slowly opened his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Your heart. It's not beating!"
Takara smiled and put his hand on my head. "You must still be shocked from when I left the hospital. My heart is beating."
"No. Look!"
I took his hand and placed it on his chest.
"It's beating," he said.
I put my hand on his chest. "But... I know what I felt!"
He gave me a hug. "You're worrying about me too much. C'mon. I'll take you to the movies."
He got up and headed upstairs. I sat there for a moment. Did his heart stop?
YOU ARE READING
What I'm Not
Teen FictionAfter Takara is killed in a Subway shooting, Brooklyn fears that she has lost her friend. That is, until he showed up at her door for school. Now adopted into the family, Takara is starting to act strangely.
