Touch Me.

Tumbling Down

"Where do we take her?" Yells a doctor.
Her heart beats so hard the the world can hear it. Her body is crumbling, and her expressions look like she's being eaten alive. I can't do anything about it but sit and watch her suffer in the dark pain. I look at her as she goes into the room, with paramedics surrounding her.
That her is Vikki.
She's in trouble. I was visiting her in California.
"Let's go hiking," she said, "it will be fun." Not for Vikki. A snake bit her ankle, and her foot got so numb from the bite, she tumbled at least 100 feet down the mountain. And I saw all of it happen. It was heartbreaking.
"I'll be okay." Vikki screams as she goes in for surgery on her foot.
I decide to call Cody. I sent him messages earlier about Vikki.
"Hey, how is she doing?"
"Alright, I guess. But I'm not."
"What's wrong?"
The truth is, I can only think about Cody. My one and only friend might die and I'm thinking about Cody. What the hell is wrong with me?
"I've been thinking, about us lately."
I can hear his end, it has some TV background noise and that's it. No voice for the longest time.
"What are you thinking?" He asks.
"Maybe we are meant to be."
Seriously, I'm asking him to divorce Celeste for me.
"Look, I was in a better mood that day, I don't think I can let go of Celeste just yet." I kinda expected that. But I'm mad now, and I take it out on Cody.
"Really? Okay. Her or me. I'm going to leave you forever if you don't make a decision until I come back to Paris."
I really meant that. He can't keep on cheating on Celeste with me, and he won't ever let her go unless he has to make a decision like this.
"Okay. I will. But don't get offended if I don't choose you!" That hurt, I thought for sure he would choose me.
This old woman puts her hand on my shoulder, handing me the "it's gonna be okay" look. That is all I need. I feel better. I close my eyes and I start to dream.
I dream about me being famous, and I'm performing. I'm on a large prop, about 50 feet high. During my performance, I fall to the ground. But the weird thing about it is I never stop falling.
When I wake up, I go and see Celeste in her room. She seems okay, but I know she really isn't. I can see it in her eyes. They're red and puffy, like she's been crying for years. I feel really bad for her.
"How are you?" I ask.
"I've got to wear a cast around my arm and my foot for at least 12 weeks. Yay." She says sarcastically. She can't do any auditions for her acting career until she's better. That means for now, she's gonna be jobless. I guess she's figured that out by now.
"It's going to be alright." I say akwardly. I wish I could be alright for once.
"Can you please go? I need to be alone." She asks.
And I leave.