Remembered
Bye Lark57
A/N-This is the sequel to Remembering. I don't think this one is as good but that's not really for me to judge. That's your job so be sure to review. This is all in first person with Izzy thinking about stuff.
The room is sparse, that annoying green that they make all hospitals because it's suppose to calm people. I'm still amazed that I am here, in the local hospital, waiting to die.
The doctor, Dr.Spornac told my parents at the beginning of the year that I had a tumor growing unusually close to my heart. He said not to worry though because they could remove it easily before it got too much bigger. So I went in for the operation, and they put me under anathesia. In my state I had a dream that the popular 4, Tai, Sora, Matt and Mimi had actually re-acted to my essay that I had read a week before. I think I actually started to believe that Sora had ran up and hugged me, breaking the ice, but then the medicine wore off and I was in a dorm with a scar over across my chest.
I went in for a check up the next month and Dr.Spornac found another tumor. This one though, it had covered half of my heart, slowly but surely, eating away at it. The doctors couldn't remove it with out doing some serious damage to my heart so now I will die, alone in this hospital bed with nothing to comfort me except for the flowers my mother had brought.
I'm not actually sure if the Popular Four know I am dying. It would be interesting to know what will happen after I am gone and they can never be forgiven. Sometimes I pray that it will rip them up inside, make them scream in bed and give them nightmare. I pray that they will go insane and become outcast like me and know what it is like to have no one. However sometimes I am in a better mood and I hope that they will just come to my grave and wish me rest.
I see the machine next to me. It's beeping which tells me that I am alive, as if I don't know or something. I wish I wasn't. I want to get this over with, to be done suffering and remembering and waiting for them to come. Do they know how much their approval means to me? Listen to my thoughts, I'm only alive because they have not come to say good bye yet. They have me wrapped and they hardly know it.
At some point I fall asleep and wake up. My mother is in my room, looking beaten. "Mother?" I acknowledged with a withered voice.
"Oh Izzy. I'm so glad to see that you're up. A letter came for you from some kids at school." I opened my eyes wide, all I can muster now to show excitement.
"Read it to me please?" I request and settle into the hard and cold bed that has now become my final resting place.
"Izzy, we're sorry." my mother paused to think. "It isn't much of a letter but the girl who delivered it said you would understand."
"I do," I said. My eyes got heavier and I closed them. I had been remembered. "Good bye mother," I murmured, "tell them I forgive them." I could hear my mother start to cry. I could hear the machine begin a long beep, telling me that I was dead, as if I didn't know.
