Well, I was making bread and listening to cheesy eighties pop music (yes, at one in the morning, when else?) when I wrote this! I hope it doesn't reflect too much...
The sudden harshness of the light shocks me as I flash open my eyes, tearing the eyelids that have stayed clamped tight shut for months apart and allowing myself to finally see. I can hear the same tedious beeping I've been listening to for the past five months but for the first time I can actually see its source; actually see where this beeping is coming from.
I slowly turn my head to the left towards the window, then to the right towards the plain wall livened up by but a single rather plain painting of two pots. I like the feeling of freedom, the feeling of being able to control my body, choose how I move and where I go. I haevn't felt these freedom for months; I've been confined and unable to choose how I move; who I am. I've been unable to be Yvonne Ripon. I shift myself slowly up the bed in an attempt to get as comfortable as I can when I hear footsteps. I watch with baited breath as the door handle is pushed down and jerk my head up to see who it is intruding upon my room.
I let out a gasp and for a moment I freeze, absolutely still, my eyes boring into the eyes of the man stood at the door. Then in a flash he thrusts the coffee in his hands onto the table and rushes towards me, clutching me tight in his arms. I feel tears spring to my eyes and a lump begins to form in my throat but they are tears of happiness, tears of joy, tears of pure delight. I lie still for a minute, still revelling in the warmth fo his embrace, in the arms of the only man I feel I can find comfort in. Nick Jordan.
Nick pushes away from me and tucks a loose strand of hair that lies obtrusively in my eyes behind my ears. He doesn't call the nurses; which is what he should probably do. he just sits there in front of me, looking at me, staring at me. I can see tears in his eyes too and as he finally calls for the nurse I can see the happiness that fill his facial features; the joy that has taken over his face; the pure delight that has filled his eyes like the emotions that fill my normally empty heart.
And I once again get the pleasure of feeling that connection I have not felt for months; feel that pleasurable tingle take over my body as I look into his deep blue eyes. That's when I realise that the thing I've missed most about being trapped in my own world is him. In my own world there is no Nick Jordan. In my own world I am alone.
This may be a one-shot, I'm not sure but I may decide to continue it. Would you like it to be continued? Either way, adios for now mis amigos! In the meantime please read and review and enjoy and remember I don't own anything!
-Checky x