“Kas, don’t worry. Everything will be all right,” Myla cooed, stroking my hair ever so gently. I just kept on sobbing, shaking my head, letting her know I disagreed.
“Trust me, honey, he’s going to wake up any day now,” Myla said, tears of her own falling down her cheeks.
“It’s been a month and five days, Myla! What if he doesn’t wake up? What if we can’t move down to the suburbs and have the two children we’ve always dreamed of? What if we can’t—“
“But you will, Kassandra. He will wake up, you guys will move to the suburbs, you guys will have the two children. You just have to believe.”
“Believe in what?”
“Me,” Myla said, barely above a whisper, like she expected me to know the answer. In a crazy state of mind like this, I didn’t know anything. Not the time, not how I looked, not how my boyfriend was doing. “I know you love Tyler, but—“
“Myla, don’t you understand that right now, you just have to go with everything I say?” I snapped, sitting up right.
“I’m trying to steer you into the right direction, honey.”
“The one as far away as Tyler as possible? Why would you do that, Myla?”
I paused, waiting for her answer.
“That’s what I thought.” I said, quietly.
“Well then, Kassandra, you want to know what I think? I think you’re pathetic. You’re mourning over this boy, and any day now, you’re going to get news of his death!” Myla said, raising her voice. My hand made contact with her face before she knew what had happened. She wilted to the ground, a red imprint on her cheek sprouting where my hand was.
“I can’t believe you,” I said, staring down on her. “Horrible.” I walked away, but was suddenly turned back around. The punch to the nose was a very nice welcoming gift from Myla. A different Myla. This one had strength, authority, and knew what she wanted. She knew how to get it.
“You will regret this, you worthless person.” Myla said, tears in the corners of her eyes. She strode off and out the hospital door. Not a minute later, I received a text from Myla.
“Have the stuff you borrowed ready for tmr, kay bbg? I’m coming over. (;.” I almost snorted. Myla acted as if she hadn’t cause me a nose bleed, and that she hadn’t said she though Tyler was going to die. Myla acted as if she hadn’t called me worthless.
//<3\\
“I told you to have my stuff ready,” Myla said, her gum bubble popping loudly.
“Well,” I said. “Maybe you could help me look for it?”
“Nah, I’d rather not.” Myla said, not moving from the door frame she was leaning on. I sighed awfully loud, hoping she would get the hint.
Myla didn’t move an inch from her spot.
“Come help me!” I said, tossing a winter jacket to the side.
“I’d rather not get my hands dirty.” I stood up.
“Get out of my house,” I told her, looking her straight in the eye. After welcoming Myla into my house for the past eight years, she still insulted it.
Myla still didn’t move.
“Get out, or I find your stuff and burn it.” I glared at Myla. She rolled her eyes very obviously and made her way to the door. I slammed it shut behind her. I heard my ringtone from inside my room. I went into a slow jog to go get it.
“Hey, kiddo?” The voice asked. Only one person called me kiddo, and that was my mom.
“Hey, mom.”
“Come to the hospital now,” She said. “It’s Tyler.
I slipped my shoes on and ran out of the house, passing Myla. She ran beside me.
“Where are you going in such a rush?” She asked, a devious snarl in her voice.
“Nowhere of your concern,” I replied, speeding up. I heard Myla yelp from behind me, but didn’t look back. Myla suddenly sounded closer and closer, but her footsteps where odd.
“You owe me a pair of stilettos,” Myla said. In her hand, she held two stiletto heels, broken off.
“I don’t owe you anything, you monster,” I told her, and ran across the street, despite the amount of cars speeding towards me. I made it apart in one piece, but Myla had stayed behind, waiting for a safer time. I couldn’t wait. Tyler was waiting for me.
I burst through the hospital doors, shortly followed by Myla. My mom dragged the both of us into Tyler’s room. Mr. and Mrs. Grey were sitting there, talking to a young man who looked exactly like the father. I knocked softly. Mrs. Grey looked at me, eyes full of tears. “We’ll give you guys a moment.” Tyler’s parents entered the room as we exited, closing the door behind us. The boy on the bed waved at us, but this boy was not Tyler. Tyler was energetic, always smiling, and smelled of rosemary and lemon. This boy was sitting on the bed, forcing a small smile, and smelled like medicine.
This didn’t matter to me. I ran to him and hugged him, crying tears of joy.
“Could you get off me, please?” He asked. I was stunned, but I did as he requested. It was like he didn’t know who I was. “Who are you guys?” He didn’t know who I was. Myla had realized it a split second before I had, and quickly developed a plan during that time. Myla’s smile was sinister and evil, indication that she was going to do something horrible. Something that would change my life forever.
Myla ran to the other side of Tyler’s bed and embraced him in a big hug.
“It’s me, Myla. Your girlfriend.”
4/29/12, Alphabet_Soup. ©
