I am at work and Im literally on the bathroom floor crying. I was
taking xrays on an 85 year old woman; she was scared to be at the
dentist office. I talked her through her xrays and as I walked her
to her exam room, she grabbed my hand and she called to the waiting
room, crying, "Victor, hunny, I'm not so scared anymore!" I
instantly got teary eyed. He eventually came into the exam room and
he kissed her on the forehead and sat by her. That was gunna be us.
Let
me
Love you
For
one
more
day
Don't compare your love story to those you watch in movies.
They're written by scriptwriters, yours is written by God.
Until
I met
you.
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Chapter Ten:
"Issac, is that a good idea?" Izzy
asked me, smiling. I ran up and down the beach, my legs not
hurting at all. "I'm fine." I said, jumping
around. It felt nice to be able to run around, feeling no pain
at all. "Issac, you're crazy." Se exclaimed,
laughing.
"Issac." She looked into my eyes,
and it suddenly became dark, and there were flashing lights,
and it became hard to breathe. "Izzy?" She pointed
toward the house, and whispered. "Go.." I looked at
the house, then back at her, but she was gone. I ran to the
house, and it becam eeven harder to
breathe.
As I came closer to the house, the scene became
different, but all too familiar. I saw Nina, my parents being
dragged out stretchers, and a yyoung version of me, crying on
the porch. "How could you?" The younger version of me
looked into my eyes. "You should have saved them!" I
looked around, and grabbed my chest. "S-she asked me to
stay hidden.." he walked toward me and yelled at the top
of his lungs, and I fell to the ground, tears filling my eyes.
"Stop it!" I kicked my legs and closed my eyes as
much as I could, before opening them again.
Smoke everywhere. "Hello?"
I ran into the kitchen, noticing a funny smell, and hearing
Melanie laughing with Damen. "You guys... you're
burning down the kitchen!" I ran in and turned off the
oven, opening it. Melanie came in, her eyes red. "Aw
crap...my cookies." I threw the pan onto the floor.
"Your cookies? What about the fu**ing house?" She
flinched a bit. "I'm sorry Issac, I was just really
hungry."
Damen came in the kitchen, and laughed.
"Dude, calm down. It's not on fire." I rolled my
eyes, and John came down. "What is going on......Who is
smoking weed in my house?" He screamed. I looked at
Melanie, and started picking up the burned cookies off the
floor. "You are so unbelieveable." I said to her.
"What? You never had fun in your
life?"
I couldn't believe this.
Fun? Burning down the house, this was fun to her? "If you
need to trick yor mind into having fun, then it's not very
fun, is it?" I said, throwing the last bit of burned
cookies into the trash can. "Issac, I didn't mean
to..." I put up m hand. "Save it." John looked
at her. "You need to go Damen." I nodded. "That
would be best."
Melanie crossed her arms, looking angry at me. "So what,
we smoked a little. The cookies burned, big freaking
deal." I laughed. "I'm glad I never asked you to
be my stupid girlfriend." I spat at her, opening the
window to air out the kitchen, and walked back up to my
room.
As soon as I hit my head on the pillow I
thought of my dream. Could I have saved my family? I probably
could have, probably messe that up just like everythihng
else.
The next few days went by slowly, as I just
sat in my room and only left to use the bathroom. Grace brought
me food, and John came to talk to me a few times. Melanie
knocked on my door, trying to get me to talk to her, but I
couldn't. I wasn't mad at her for amoking, I've
done it too. I was mad at her ignorance about cooking. Not
thinking about the house burning down.
On the fourth day, I felt the
worst. I had been in the room, watching out the window,
ignoring everyone. "Issac..." I heard John say,
cracking the door a bit. "Issac, you feeling any
better?" I pulled the blanket over my head, and groaned.
"Issac, look at yourself, you're depressed. I let out
a bitter laugh. "Depressed." I mocked his
tone.
He opened my closet, and the mirror on the door faced
me, and I looked at myself. My eyes were cloudy. Bags and ark
circles under them. My hair was a mess and I had a bit of
stubble coming in and I looked horrible. Maybe I am depressed.
"We're worried." I shook my head. "I'm
fine." I protested.
"Melanie is worried too." I scoffed. " I
don't care." He sighed, standing up and going
through my closet, throwing clothes at me. "Get dressed,
shave your face, we're going out." I wanted to
protest, but then I thought of Nina, how dissapointed she would
be, and I didn't want to mess yet another thing up, so I
walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, and began
to shave my face.
After I was finished, you could barely tell
I was locked in my room for almost a whole week, other than the
fact that my face was pale, and it looks like I haven't
slept, which honestly, I haven't. I walked into the living
room where Grace hugged me. "You look better." She
said, and I forced a weak smile on my face, and locked eyes
with Melanie from behind my back, I was not going to let the
past bother me anymore. "Hey." She said softly, and I
nodded at her, making her frown.
"You're lucky you get
anything." John said, grabbing my arm and we walked out,
Grace sitting next to Melanie on the couch. "Let's
have fun." I simply said, getting into the
car.
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It must not have hung up because I heard her
talking to Damen.
"No, I
was just calling Issac, oh come on he isn't that bad, dont
give me that face." What face? I could punch him right
across his. "He's sweet." I her=ard her say, and
heard Damen's voice speak up. "He's a fool."
She laughed, and it felt like my heart was going to explode, I
looked over at Izzy who was staring at the art on the wall, and
I listened to about another minute before hanging
up.
I checked the texts, John, Mel, and
oh wait, more from Mel.
Mostly, they
had just asked where I was, what I was doing and to call them,
atleast the ones from Mel, did. John had explained something
that happened to then in a cab. I set down my phone, looking a
Isobelle, and smiled as she looked back. "So, you live
here with a girlfriend?" I shook my
head.
"My friend, his wife, and....well, his wifes
friend." I didn't lie, I certainly didn't want to
be her friend after listening to her and Damen's voices,
laughing at me on a stupid voice mail. She just nodded, and
looked at me. "Well, I like it." I st next to her on
the couch she was on, turning on the tv, and looking down at my
plain white cast.
"Don't you have work?" I asked her,
as she yawned, but she shook her head. "Well, why
not?" She sighed, and sat to face me.
"My
grandfather wants me to live my life, told me to find an easier
job, soemthing that young adults do, I'm only 18 there
isn't much anywhere else I could work besides a low class,
diner or a grocery store or.." I stopped
her.
"Or you could do something you love still."
She cocked her head to the side, as if asking me how.
"Well, you could do a lot, you like saving lives right?
You could always apply to teach kids how to swim, or be a
lifeguard, or work down at the nurse station on the beach for
injuries." She nodded, smiling a bit.
"Thank you for trying to make me feel
better..." I smiled, and watched her face begin to tighten
as she smiled back. I wanted to lean in and kiss her, I
didn't know her for very long, bt people feel like kissing
other people all of the time.
And just as I thought
I would do it, the door opened and Mel walked in, wirh Damen by
her side.
"I know,
he was so stupid looking when he fell down the-" She
stopped talking as she stared into my eyes, turning pink.
"Issac...you're home." I nodded, looking down at
Isobelle, who started to look more uncomfortale. "Wait,
what happened?" She yelled.
Damen just laughed as she ran up to me.
"Issac!" I shrugged.
"An accident." She just looked at me,
her eyes softening, and I could feel the sorrow, the pity
through her gaze.
"When did this happen?" I
sighed, standing up, limping toward Izzy. "And who is
this?" I shook my head, smiling at Izzy.
"A friend." I said, taking
her wrist lightly, and heading toward the porch. "And it
happened the night of the wedding, but I guess I'm just a
fool." I mocked Damen's voice from the voice mail.
"My bad."
I explained
who Melanie was to Izzy, and she litened, not pretended to
listen, she actually listened the whole entire time. "She
is stupid to take him over you." I shrugged, maybe she
wasn't.
"My grandfather should have been here by now."
Izzy said, leaning against the front door. I shrugged. "I
could call you a cab?" She smiled at me. "That's
sweet, but I have no money." I heard John's voice
inside, instantly calling out my name. "I can get you a
ride."
John came up to me, patting
me on my good shoulder and laughing lightly. "I leave you
alone for what, a day and you get hurt, what are we going to do
with him?" He turned toward Grace, who had smiled
back.
"We could always get him
leash, tie him up to the porch." I smiled as they joked,
still not noticing Izzy behind me, until she let out a small
sneeze. "Aweh, John. He brought home a friend." She
said, giggling.
"Grace, now now, he is growing
up, but we musn't humiliate him. He is cute though,
isn't he?" He pinched my cheeks, and I could hear Izzy
laugh behind me, and I could also feel my cheeks getting
red.
"Can we bring her home?" I looked at John with
pleading eyes, and he sighed. "Have the car back by
10." I looked down at my arm and back at him. "I
can't drive, John." He groaned.
"FIIIIINEEEEEE." He smiled, poking me with his
elbow.
We got into the car,
and it was extremely silent, Grace sat in passenger, and Izzy
and I back seat, and she watched out the window. I
watched her eyes as they grazed the sky, looking at the moon as
it started to rise, she smiled. I couldn't like her this
quickly, there is no way.
She unbuckled her seat, as we pulled up in
front of an apartment building. "I'll walk you to your
door." I said, getting up, and wincing as my feet touched
the ground, my legs still hurting. "It's my
pleasure." I reassured her, as she looked at the car, and
then my legs.
"Well, thank you." She said, as we stood
in front of a big wooden door. I looked down at her, she only
came up to about my chin. "I uhm...here." She slid a
piece of paper into my pocket, and then stared into my eyes.
"Issac?" I nodded, and looked back into
hers.
She bit her lip and smiled, turning toward the door.
"I'll uh, see you around." She disappeared into
the big wooden door, and I turned toward the car, confused.
What was that?
Later that night, Melanie had been with Damen on
the couch, laying her head on his chest, as it raised, and fell
at a slow rate as he slept, she looked at me, pity still
filling her eyes. I shrugged it off, walking to my room, and
checked my pocket, remembering Izzy slid something inside
it.
It was her number. When did
she even have time to write that down? Weird. I groaned as I
lay back in bed, my legs aching, and my chest and throat sore.
I rubbed my temples, and sighed loudy. How could any of this
happen? Melanie being in the living room with Damen, guy
whom she had left the reception for, while she was on a date
with me.
And Izzy, the doctor I had only met the night of
that happpening. I looked out at the stars through my window.
Maybe I just needed to sleep on it. I closed my eyes, not too
long after, falling asleep.
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Dr. Izzy, is what I had started to call
her. I changed my doctor, to a male doctor, mainly because I
wasn't comfortable with her having to help me to the
bathroom, and all of that doctor stuff. Also? I wanted to get
to know her, and I know that doctors and their patients cannot
have relationships, not even really
friendships.
She still checked up
on me though, every hour she came to my room, asking how I was
doing. She also ate lunch the same time I did, came to my room,
and we would talk. "Wow, that is pretty facinating."
I said to her, after listening to her explain why she had
become a doctor. "So you're like extremely smart
then?"
She
shrugged. "I guess in society terms, I am." She
smiled. "My father is a farmer, and my mom is a librarian.
I wanted to make them proud of me, because my eldest brother
left home to go to Africa to be a doctor there, and I looked up
to him for that."
I looked at the side of her face, and
smiled. "Izzy, you're 19, you're a doctor, and you
graduated Highschool at 16!" I saw her face turn slightly
pink. "As far as I am concerned, you're the smartest
person on earth." I wasn't lying, I had never met
someone so young, and sucessful.
"Issac, it's nothing
really, and I a barely a doctor. I'm still in practice, but
since my grandfather works here, I get to practice on real
patients, obviously not serious cases, like I can't operate
or prescribe anything, I might as well be a nurse." She
stood up, looking over at the clock. "I have to go, dinner
is over, I'll visit in a while." She walkd
out.
"Moooom." I groaned as she combed my hair to the
side. "Mom it's not that big a deal." She said to
me, sitting me up. "I just have to show George." She
smiled, taking my picture, making me smile. I shook my head.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked her.
She laughed saying the same thing I said
to her every time she asked that question, "You already
have, but you may ask another." I smiled.
"Why didn't he come
with you?" I said, biting the inside of my lip a bit, and
she sighed.
"Issac, you know how he
is, doesn't like to get out much. Don't take it to
heart, hunny." She said, smoothing out my hair. "He
does love you, you know that right? He also misses you." I
didn't believe her.
"He didn't even say
goodbye to me, he nodded, as I walked toward the door." I
could feel y heart speed up, and the monitor started to pick it
up. I let out a sigh, trying to calm myself down. "I'm
going home tomorrow, you can go back
home."
"Issac!" She shook her head. "I am not
leaving you here." I smiled, softly. "George probably
misses you, and you know how he gets." She nodded,
agreeing.
"I'll go." She said,
smiling. "On one condition." I scratched the back of
my neck. "I call John and Grace, and tell them about what
happened."
"Fine." I groaned, agreeing after three
minutes. She left the room to call, and the doctor came in,
doctor Warner. "How is everything?" He asked, and I
just nodded.
"Everythign is yes? Come on Issac, use words, I have some
good news." I smiled, looking at him, expecting him to say
something, but then he gave me the same stare.
"I'm great!" I said, still
smiling, "I can walk, I can drink on my own, my voice is
still hoarse, but It's getting better, The pain medicine is
working great." I said, still kind of waiting for an
answer.
"Well, the news is, that you can come home," He
trailed off, looking at the papers he held in his hand.
"But the bad news is that it has to be
tonight." I looked up at him.
"Uhm, what's bad about
that?" he chuckled silently. "I mean, I would love to
go home right about now, I love on the beach, the fresh air,
the sound of waves." He nodded, as if agreeing it was good
for me.
"I
suppose that isn't bad news." He walked out, saying
"I'll get your paperwork ready, and we will find a
nurse to come and check up on you every once in a
while."
My mom walked in and smiled.
"Grace is insisting that John and her come home." I
bring my right hand to ny head, to hold it up. "They
aren't haveing very much fun anyways, John said." Of
course they weren't, they were not the type of people to be
without friends.
Izzy
came to see me before I left, and wheeled me out to the car, my
mother couldn't take me home, so they are having a doctor
do it, that doctor happened to be Isobelle, and her
grandfather, the man who ran the hispital.
"Thank you sir, you know
for bringing me home." He nodded at me, looking into the
rear view, studying my face a second before looking back on the
road. "And, you Isobelle, thanks for coming for the
ride."
The old man driving, laughed a bit,
"She insisted on coming." I saw her lightly smack his
neg, and he smiled wide. "You're handsome, so I
suppose I can see why she would insist." I bit my lip, and
saw the side of her cheek getting red.
We pulled up to the house,
and Izzy helped me out. "I can walk." I said,
stepping out of the wheel chair, and starting toward the door.
"Let me help you.." She grabbed my arm, and helped me
up to the door, and we heard an engine, and then, her
grandfather was gone. "AGAIN?!" She yelled into the
sky.
Again? What? "He does
this..." I looked at her confused. "Abandons
you?" She shook her head. "He left me at a store
once."
"Grandpa....you need help! Come back here and
get me..." She was silent, rolling her eyes as she
listened, and then her eyess widened, as she hung up.
"So...He's coming to get me tonight..." I looked
at her confused. "He wants us to be...friends." She
said, an embarrassed look on her face.
"Well, I would love to be
friends.." I said, opening my door, and walking in.
"Come on in." I insisted, making sure she followed
me. "It's nice." She said, awkwardly looking
around.
My phone was smashed, but still turned on.
I had seven missed calls, 12 texts, and three voice mail
messages. I decided to check on the voice mails first, tleling
Izzy to sit.
"Issac, it's Mel, I came home and
you were gone...I waited up, where are you?" I sighed,
deleting it, and listening to the next one, also Melanie.
"Hey, it's Mel again. Will you call me? I have to talk
to you.." I deleted it, before listening to the rest.
"Issac.." Mel's voice sounded out of breath, and
I instantly felt worried. "Issac, I am staying at
Damen's. If you come by today, give me a text. I miss
you." I coud hear it go on, but she wasn't close to
the phone anymore.
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"Have a safe trip." I smile as I
close the limo door, and watch as John and Grace drive away. I
look at the rice covered pavement and sigh, walking to my car.
"Wait up!" I heard Melanie yell, and look back at
her, walking up to me. "What?" She looked confused.
"Are you okay Issac?" I shrugged. "Just
tired." I turned toward the car again, and heard her let
out an aggrivated sigh. "Issac." I turn back, looking
at her.
"Is it
because I didn't dance with you?" I open the car door
and sit in the seat. "Mel, just please go and have a fun
night okay?" She smiled, hugging me. "Thank
you!" She ran off, and went up to
Damen.
The drive home, was so silent, and boring. Why would
Melanie go home with Damen the first night of meeting him? It
really didn't seem like her, at all. Maybe she is that type
of girl, and she just doesn't think of me the way I think
of her. I have no idea.
The light in front of me
turned green, and I went forward, but I guess that the guy in
the other lane didn't care that hir turned red, because he
slammed into the front of my car.
The loud crash created an annoying,
ringing sound in my ears, and I could feel pressure on my arm,
but I couldn't open my eyes, I'm not sure I wanted to.
I heard someone screaming, and could just barely make out what
they were saying "Sir! Are you okay?! I'm calling the
ambulance, please, just hang on!"
I soon heard sirens, and saw
flashing lights, and started to cry. I couldn't die, I just
couldn't. I thought back to the night I was young, but not
about the bad things that happeed, I thought about Nina, my
mother. The woman who took me in and made sure I grew up to be
a promising young man, I wasn't her biological son, but she
treated me just as well as one.
I kept nodding in and out of consciousness. I went
from the car, and opened my eyes, as I was being rolled on a
hospital bed, and into the ambulance, I couldn't move, nor
could I keep my eyyes open long enough, and they
shut.
I woke a few more timmes, getting
out of the ambulance, and into a room, and then being hooked to
machines. "Sir?" I heard a woman say, So I looked
around, to find a young, blonde doctor looking at me, and I
nod. "Sir, do you know where you are?" I open my
mouth, "Hospital." But it was low and hoarse.
"Do you know why?" I nod. "Accident." She
scribbled something down on the papers on the clip board in her
hands.
"Issac, is it? Issac what?" I sighed, trying to
sit up, but failing. "Johnson." She wrote that down
on the paper, I assume. "Okay, issac, is there anyone
you'd like us to call?" I thought for a minute. John
and Grace were on their Honeymoon, Melanie was with Damen, and
my mother was two whole states away.
"No, I guess not." She sighed,
standing up from the chair, taking down my insurace
information, and walking out of the room. I looked around,
noticing my clothes in a bag on a chair, bloody clothes. What
happened to me? And why can't I sit up? I closed my eyes,
and fell asleep.
I heard my names a few times, but I
didn't want to talk to anyone, so I kept my eyes closed,
until I heard the doctor say my name again, sighing.
"Issac, I know you're awake. There is someone here for
you." I open one eye, and look at the doctor.
"Who?" I so badly hoped it was Melanie.
"Issac!" I heard my mom crying. I glared at the
doctor, and then looked at my mom. my voice cracking as I
spoke. "You didn't have to come." She placed her
hand on my shoulder. "Don't be crazy, you're lucky
I don't yell at you for not having them call me in the
first place!"
She wasn't happy, but she sat beside me. "Were
you drinking?" I shake my head, my throat hurting too much
from talking, even those few words. "The doctor called,
saying that You were in an accident, and that you didn't
want to contact anyone, but it was urgent." I sigh.
"Mom.." She held up her hand.
"Issac, look at yourself." I shook my head, I really
didn't want to see myself. "I can't" Is all I
could manage to get out, I hurt all over, and I knew I looked
horrendous. I didn't want to see. "Want me to call
John?" I shook my head. He was on his honeymoon, I
didn't want to bother him.
I fell back asleep, and for the first time in
a long time, I dreamt of my birthparents, from befoore they
were killed.
"Issac, you know you can't do
that." My father said laughing, and shaking his head as I
hold a piece of bologna over my mom's face and drop it onto
her cheek. "She just won't wake up Daddy!" I Jump
around as he rips off the sliced meat stuck to her face.
"Issac, son." I look over at him, and
smile.
"What Daddy?" He drops it back
onto her face, and laughs, but she quickly jolts up and looks
at him, his face stunned, jaw wide, not susre what to do.
"Daddy! How dare you!" I grin, and keep plaing with
my toy airplane. "He started it." My mom laughed,
throwing the slice of bologna at him, and it sticks to his
face.
I wake up to my doctor changing my gauze on
my head. "Goodmorning." She looks down at me,
frowning a bit. "Yourn mother, went to get some
food." I nod, and point to my glass of water, and she
hands holds it up to my lips, and I sip from the straw. I let
out a low, barely noticable "That's
good."
I notice that I can't move my body still,
and look at the doctor, my voice cracking. "Why can 't
I move?" She lets out a long sigh, and lookss around the
room, I could tell she barely wanted to say anything about it
to me just yet, but since she is a doctor, she knows she has
to.
"Well, Issac. I think I should wait to tell you
until your mom is here." I sigh and roll my eyes, feeling
like I am a child. She obviously already knew what was wrong
with me, so why did I have to wait?
She probably noticed at how annoyed I was,
because she closed the door and sat next to me. "I'll
tell you." I look at her, and stare into her eyes as she
talks. "The other driver hit your car, you are extremelyy
lucky to be alove, you know. Your left arm was impailed,
it's broken, and in a cast. You can't move because your
chest and legs are numb, because they are badly cut and we gave
you numbing medication." She took a deep
breath.
"Also, your
face is bruised, a few cuts, and you have quite a few stitches
on your arm, legs, and side. " I nod, tears in my eyes.
"But there is good news." I shake my head, sure there
wasn't anything good about all of this. "You get to go
home tomorrow." I furrow my eyebrows, and she laughs
lightly. "We'll be giving you pain meds, and a nurse
will visit you. Would you like to try and walk?" I
shake my hed. If I could walk, I would feel much
better.
"I'll have to hold onto you, until your legs
aren't numb." I nod, not caring, I just want to get up
and walk. "I got you." She grabbed my arm, and held
me up, and as I tried to take a step, I could feel my toes, and
I smiled, speaking even though it hurt to talk. "I thought
I was paralyzed." She shook her head. "Like I said,
you are extremely lucky."
It's funny to think that
me, getting in a car accident would end up with me being lucky.
But my doctor defintely made me feel lucky. She was short,
kinda like Melanie. But she was so different. She had short
curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and I could tell she had a
nose ring, but the must take it out for work. She had freckles
on her nose, and cheeks, dimples, and she had, what i would
call, perfect lips.
When I first saw
Melanie, I thought to myself, she was gorgeous, different, and
interesting, and then when we became best friends, I was still
nervous, but then when the same thing that happened to me,
happened to her, I felt close to her, and I coforted her. Now,
thinking of her, I am kind of glad I didn't ask her to be
my girlfriend. I am starting to feel like a brother to her, and
I think I may be okay with that.
"Issac, you're doing it! You're
walking!" I smiled as I looked down at my feet, wincing a
bit because I could feel the pain in my legs. I looked a my
doctor's nama tag, and smiled, looking at her, speaking.
"Thank you Isobelle." She blushed a bit, and laughed.
"It's doctor Palm." I shook m head. "I like
Isobelle better." She let go of me, and stood next to me.
"Fine, call me Izzy."
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