Angela

Chapter eleven

'Let's go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.
Let us go through certain half-deserted street,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious arguement
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us and we drown.'
-Prufrock

Dreams are like a distant land in which you are captured in a fantasy which is unreal yet real. When your imagination diverts you from feelings of dread of facing the terrible hangover you earned last night or by entering reality to another day that you will spend literally blind, etherized in a hospital bed like the night sky. You go into sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells, and sea chambers filled with mermaids. But human voices will always wake you eventually.
Then you drown.
You drown like I am drowning.
For I have woken up,
And remembered.

Oh, Hazell, oh Hazell are you dead or alive?
My little sister was dependent upon me, she needed me for warmth and food. She needed me yet I am here while he is starved at home, nursing her drunken mess of a father. I try to scream but my throat tightens and my voice comes out weird and squeaky. Yet it's still something.
It's a first.

I can't remember what the human whose voice woke me from my imaginations ramblings, my first real sleep, my lingering under the sea was saying. Maybe it was important. But that's unlikely, the most important thing right now is trying to banish the awful flashbacks and nightmarish breakdowns from me. The only thing to do right now is...
" Angela, are you awake now sweetie?"
Stupid human voices always ruining everything.
I nod, knowing it's unlikely to be seen, but I am not prepared to speak yet. re- entering the woes of human communication is too much of a step for me.
"Yes, um, darling you have two wonderful visitors. Should I bring them in?"

Visitors? Who even cares about me enough to trek all the way to the hospital. Nobody does, maybe just a mix up, another blind girl named Angela. It could be an easy enough mistake to make. But then I remember yet again. The boy I have known scarcely two months who always managed to set my heart on fire in the best possible way, the little girl who needed me, who loved me.

"Hello Angela."

The voice I fall for so hard answers all my prayers, all my questions in that one moment. Because I know that for the first time in forever I have been lucky. My pleas have been answered, because it really is him.
George.

I'm sorry this chapter was so short! Just wanted to kinda build up the tension to keep you reading because the next chapter is gonna be pretty epic!
Anyway. I just wanted to say that thank you for sticking to reading this story so long and that I know that Angela has rushed into the relationship too fast. SPOILER ALERT: She should have waited, now she will get her heart broken. Muahahahaha!

¡Adiós!