Mason
My eyes snapped open but my vision was blurry and cloudy. I tried to move my bones but it all felt like glue. Wherever I was, it was cold. And small. And white. All I could see was white.
"Thank God he's awake!" I heard somebody shout but I didn't know who. I couldn't see shit.
"Mason, Mason." Somebody was calling my name and moving my arm.
"Huh? What? I can't see!" I exclaimed.
"Mason it's me, Doctor Ishmael. I am also the doctor for your girlfriend, across the hall." My ears perked up at the word 'girlfriend'. I could care less about me at this point, I wanted to know her condition.
"Mykah, is she okay Doc?" I heard the Doctor sigh and I heard movement. "She's going to be fine Mason, but about you... no broken bones, might experience mild headaches from the crash, you'll be able to leave within the next couple of days." He sounded happy. But what the fuck was there to be happy about?
"Doc.. I can't see shit. Everything is white." I said and then came a loud sigh.
"Right.. about that..." His voice trailed off and I instantly became nervous. "About what? Doc I can't see. I need my eyesight."
"You're temporarily blind, Mason."
Temporarily blind? What the hell? "What? I- no. I can't be. Doc, please tell me this is a joke." My hands began to shake and my eyes felt watery, then I started crying.
"The impact of the car crash affected your vision. You have a retinal detachment, which means that the retina, which is a small layer of tissue lining inside the back of your eye separates from the tissue behind it, making you temporarily blind. Vision and eye problems are common. This isn't the end of the world, Mason. You're vision will be back in no time."
Isn't the end of the world? Is it crack? "Are you smoking crack nigga!? What the fuck you mean 'blind'! I can't be fuckin' blind nigga! I can't!" In a matter of seconds I went from sad to pissed. This shit can't be happening to me. ME? Mason fuckin Washington.
"Mason, please calm down."
"CALM DOWM? CALM DOWN? WHAT IF I TOLD YOU YOU WAS TEMPORARILY BLIND? WOULD YOU CALM DOWN?" I screamed at him. I grabbed anything I could feel and started throwing shit. "HUH? WOULD YOU!"
"Get some doctors in here now!" He yelled. I felt like a mad man. I wanted to get up and beat his ass but I was blind. I felt hands around my body and a pinch which felt like a needle in my arm.
This was all Mykah's fault. I hope she died.
Genesis
"She's so beautiful... looks like her mother." Kareem brushed her hair, which looked like it had fell it with his hand. I stood away from him, in the corner, watching them.
She hadn't moved. Her eyes were still closed tight shut, and she was barely breathing. I might have hated her guts, but she was still my daughter and she didn't deserve what was happening to her.
I brushed the hair out of face that had fell and sighed. I needed a shower. I couldn't stay here.
"Kareem why did you leave me?" I blurted out. It was a random question , I know, but I just had to know. Again. I think I knew but I never had full closure.
Kareem turned to look at me and shook his head. "Really Gen? This isn't the time to be talking about why we split."
"We didn't just 'split'. We got a whole divorce.."
"You're so selfish, you know that." He kissed his teeth and shook his head again, as if I was the problem. "Your daughter, our daughter, is fighting for her fucking life and you wanna talk about a fucking divorce? Really!"
"Yes! I do! We're here together for the first time since then and I think we should."
"Alright, bet." He stepped away from Mykah and took a sit in the chair next to her bed.
"We split because you were too busy for me. You put your job first all the time. Didn't give a shit about me, or MyMy. Only cared about your got damn self. There. That's why we split."
"No the hell I didn't. I always made time for you. I-"
"When?! When did you EVER make time for us. I had to beg you to spend quality time together. Anything you wanted, I was there. You wanted a massage, I got you. You wanted to go on an all exclusive trip to Paris, I got you. I catered to you and your daughters need. Took Mykah to school everyday, got her dressed, did her hair, and where the fuck were you? Sitting up in the bed sleep all damn day. I never blamed you though. I understood that you had a booming business and you had shit to do but as your husband, I needed you to be here for me. I got tired of that shit. Waiting around all day, looking for a call, a page, something! Anything! I got tired of that and tired of you! I never stopped loving you, I was just tired of the way you were loving me."
I was lost for words. I glanced up at him to see that he was crying. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew that wasn't my place. Instead, I walked over to him and hugged him as tight as I could. I let him cry in my chest. Everything he said was 100% true. I did put my job first but if I didn't, we would be broke. So maybe he was right about a few things.i was too good to admit everything else.
"Everything's gonna be okay. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. Mykah's gonna be okay. We're all going to be a big happy family."
"What?" He shoved me off of him. "Don't ever say no shit like that to me bro. I still love you but I will never be with you. You had your chance and you fucked it up."
"Kareem I-" I watched him get up and walk towards the door. "I need some space."
He left out the door and I looked at Mykah. What if I just put her out her misery? She was hooked up to a breathing machine and I know she'll be paralyzed but I knew what was best for my daughter. I needed to take her off of life support.
