Ameylia White
Dublin Hospital
1AM
Brian was the last person I thought would stalk me, or even talk to me. He was the last guy...ever, I thought would save me..But he did...He saved me, twice. He was nothing to me...No one..In fact he always got me pissed off of him. Just one sneak at me and my day was a mess. If he would just disappear now, I would thank God a million times. But I was terribly insane about seeing him now, with his leg on braces and his right arm mummified with bandages. Guess it was guilt.
My hands were shaking and my thoughts were jumbled like a jigsaw that I sometimes could not figure out which was what and where was which. I was worried that something may happen to Brian. I was too afraid because I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't had refused to go with him out of the square. But it wasn't my sole fault!! I didn't tell him to follow me! He did. I'd told him to stop but he continued following me! It was his wrong too!!
"You hurt?"
It felt like I was hit in the head when I heard the voice. It made me woke up from a deep sense of blames and confusions. He was awake. That fast?
Brian was lying on the bed with his head on a layer of cottony soft pillows. He was staring at me..again..and I really hated it everytime he did.
"I'm sorry,, it was my fault," Brian said cradling up to sit. I saw how it hurt him when he moved. With that, my conscience told me I should help him. So I sat up from the sofa and walked towards him. I felt my stomach flattened...my throat dried and my heart punched a thousand times on my chest. Brian shouldn't be lying here like a kid bullied in Day care. But I just stood there- looking at his face...full with bruises.
"You shouldn't have...followed me there...,"I whispered, not so sure he heard it.
Brian smiled and looked down to the patches of little tubes pinned on his skin.
"Then you would have been dead by now." Then he looked up at me with the most serious him I ever saw.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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