Old Writings

Final Message

      The slight tapping of rain against my window drew me awake, almost like a mouse scurrying across a glass floor. My eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room. As my vision cleared and sharpened, I noticed some things that weren't there before. Or, more accurately, some things that were missing. All of my stuff, it was gone. Vanished in an instant. An uneasy sense of dread washed over me. Unable to remember a single thing, I searched the room for answers. However, like my mind, it was a blank canvas. Empty walls dropped to a white and gray speckled floor. A dim center light bounced off of the matte of the curtain, creating an eerie sort of glow. To my side was a miniature side table. On it was a small battery powered clock that read 2:34 AM, as well as a small message. An IV stood guard over the table, making a thin line into my arm. Deciding I needed some answers, I picked up the note and read it.

Call 232-556-8490

-A

     Only problem was that I didn't have a phone. Hell, I didn't even know where my stuff was. I tried to figure out where I was, and I could only figure that this was a hospital. Why I was there was an ever-eluding mystery. My shoulders sank, and I drew my arms into my body. I didn't want to be there. Where was my dad? Where was my Brother? Or my Mom? My body shook with soft sobs. Huddling into a small ball, I wept in fear and desperation for someone I loved. If there was ever a time I needed someone, it was now. I couldn't keep anything to myself; I needed someone else. Taking a deep breath, I rose up and took a step onto the cold tile floor. In an instant, a shock drew up from my leg. I let out a small help and fell to the floor in a heap.

     The fall stars dotted and danced across the night sky, running from the rising sun that came to chase them away. With it, came soft lavender shades, splashed with playful pink and blue shades intertwining at the base. Crashing waves came to meet him, reaching his hands. A gentle salt breeze came from down below. Dewy green grass touched the sky, reaching as to shake hands with the setting moon. He felt it too. The need for a home. The need for a heart. It had all left him. For a moment all he saw was those whom he cared so deeply for. He, mimicking the grass, reached for his lost love and crashed down like the waves, meeting a hard wet landing several meters below.

     It all came back to me: it had all left me. I was alone, so miserably alone. I picked myself up, and with the sudden strength of the ache I always felt, burst out, dragging the IV with me. I didn't have the strength to pull it out, so I just ran with it, literally. I ran until I couldn't anymore, admittedly a short distance. It made me wonder how long I had been out. To my luck, staring right across from me was a phone. I still had the piece of paper crumpled in my hand. The handwriting had gotten all smudgy, but it was still legible. I dialed the number in and waited. Seconds dragged their feet to the slowest tempo imaginable. My heart was racing, if this didn't work out. . .

A voice answered right before it went to voicemail. "Hello, this is Aaron. Who is this?"

My heart dropped. "Umm. . . It's-"

"Sorry, I'm not here right now. Please leave a message."

That same stupid message him and his friends would use to trick callers into thinking he had answered. But why? Why would this number be by my bedside? Aaron, he was a troubled kid, but he was like a brother to me, even more than my real one. He had died a long time ago. Why the hell would his number be by my bedside? It didn't make sense! But the message still continued.

"But, I do have a message of my own. To my own little bro. I love you Kara, I'm sorry I let you down. Please keep being yourself. Keep exploring, it will do you well. I'm sorry I can't be there for you. I can't control these demons, and I know by the time you hear this, they have already beaten me. Please keep strong, I haven't left you. I promise. Aaron out."

      I couldn't stop bawling. Dropping to my knees, I let out a pained cry and let loose all of those emotions. He was supposed to be okay. I knew he had problems, but he was always supposed to be here for me! A soft hand was gently placed on my back, startling me. A familiar face looked down upon me with pity deep seated in his eyes. It was my call. Emotions fell out of my wrists. They drained onto the hard tile, almost like a mouse scurrying across a glass floor.