The Odd Number...
By Lui Saturn
“I got to go, but it’s been nice talking to you.” I couldn’t believe what happened next.
“Yeah, same here.” I saw him leaning in. I froze, completely frozen, and then his lips met mine.
“What the hell is happening here?” I thought. “This is sooo has to be a dream.” All I could think while we kissed. But it wasn’t a dream. It was, oddly, real. After what seemed like forever. He finally leaned back and offered to walk me to my car.
“No, don’t worry. I can get there by myself. I don’t want to bother you.”
“No, really I want to walk you.” He smiled and he won that battle.
At my car I leaned on the car door. “Ah!” I forgot it was wet with dew. “It’s cold!” I said leaning forward.
Then I was trapped again. His mouth and mine fought one another, side to side. We kissed again and this time I was prepared for it.
I wanted to stay there, with him kissing me, but I had class in about four hours and I had to sleep.
“You have my phone number, right?” he said as I finally got in my car and started the motor.
“Nope, not really.”
“Oh, well, here…”he gave me his number, then after a last kiss good night, I saw him walk away.
It was great! I wanted to die of excitement. I was kissed by him. I could picture our whole future together; Kyle and Andy forever. I was singing love songs, singing my heart out. Because I could still feel he’s mouth, his arms. I was singing with my eyes closed. And then I opened them to see the light…
It was fast. It was blurry; it was the end to my perfect night. As I sang I kept closing my eyes to see him better in my mind, smiling at me. That was the last thing I saw, his smile.
I saw him smiling at me back in the bar, him telling me about that time he fell of his motorcycle or the time his sister screamed at him for messing up her stuff. It was the man of my dream and my dream had ended. After about two hours I finally arrived to the hospital. They rushed me in. The paramedics were sure I was dead, but not YET.
Could this really be my end? I finally was going to stop being the third wheel, sometimes even the fifth wheel. I had found the love of my life or so I thought.
“Give me some SPACE!” someone shouted. I guess it was the doctor. “CLEAR!” wow that hurt! What is he doing, trying to kill me? “CLEAR!” oh here we go again. “HOLY MARY!!” I was in pain, but then no more pain. Wait, no, was I dead?
I felt nothing and then I heard. “It’s been three weeks” It was my mom.
“We know, but still we think there is some possibility.” I guess it was a doctor or something.
“But will he be alright; will he be back to normal?” My mom was holding her tears.
“We believe there might be some trauma on the brain and he might not able to walk. We really can’t tell right now.” The doctor finished by giving his apologizes and I heard him walking away.
My mom cried, like I’d never heard her cry before, may be once or twice. This time was different; I was the cause of her pain. “Mom, don’t cry. He’s going to get better, you’ll see.” It was my sister. My sister was there too.
“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s a fighter. I know he’s going to wake up.” It was charlotte feign some hope for my mother. I also heard others during the days like Sharon, Joan, Amy, my Crazy Boss, Linda and Penny.
I hoped that may be, with her, was Kyle. I never heard him. Mom never left my side and sometimes I could feel her hands holding mine.
One day it seemed like everyone was there.
“Why not wait another month? May be after the eleventh month he’ll wake up.” I was Charlotte almost crying, and then she couldn’t hold it anymore. Her hope of me returning to my somewhat normal life was gone. I knew that because she kissed my cheek and whispered her goodbyes. “I love you Andy. I’m really going to miss you. I’ve been missing you since back then. I’ll see you soon ,ok?” She left. I know she couldn’t handle my dead. I t was as if her own heart was being damage. We used to talk about growing old together, since we never seemed to actually have any other soul mate than each other. I guess I failed her.
“Hey Drew! I hope you sleep well baby. I’ll miss our little fights. You stupid fag!” That was defenetly Amy, faking anger like always. “Dude, take care. God I hate this. I love you man, really. You were for me and I hope I was there for you too.” Ian saying I love you… What is this my funeral?
“Mom? Are you sure?” My sister sounded serious, dead serious. “I don’t think he would want this. To be like these on a bed; it for the best” I never thought my mother would know me so well, but why now to start doing as I pleased?
“Sign here and here. And it will all be over.” The doctor talked again.
At that time I felt hands holding me, they were so warm. The person was crying with my hand really close, so close I could feel the tears streaming down. It wasn’t my mom, she was supposed to be signing my death sentence. I opened my eyes a little, but no one noticed because they were crying.
It was him! He was there, holding my hand. “That’s it then?” My mom asked the doctor. “Yes, that would be all.” I felt it! What horrible thing! My every muscle hurt, I could not scream my agony. I felt the life being drained from me. I felt my very soul being torn apart, but he was there holding me until then end.
