Not long I know but next update will be. I;m just so freaking tired but I have to prevail! For you guys….

Yea Just Enjoy..

Waitin' for Superman

My Guitar was against my back, lightly tapping into me when I walked. This part of the hospital, ICU, smelled of death and knowing my Grandpa was somewhere in it brought shivers down my chest. The corridors seemed endless, "Room 218." I repeated. The Nurse was hesitant to give me the room number, the only thing I could guess was that I looked like a bum. I hadn't brushed my hair in a week and changed my clothes in 4 days, my stubble was growing. I was worrying so much I didn't notice that my personal hygiene was declining.

216… 217… 218. I turned, making sure to hold my guitar with one hand to make sure it wouldn't hit the door. "Grandpa?" I muttered and immediately grabbed a seat and sat down, grabbing his hand in mine. The machines beeped, and the sound finally broke through my barrier. I hated hospitals, the only thing that could freak me out, was a hospital. I remember when I 7 we had went to see my Grandmother and the surgeon came out and told the small group of my family that I came with, that she would die in a matter of months or even weeks. My brother sat me down away from the family and told how hospitals were the beholder of death and shit. I still believed him though.

"Jasper?" His voice sounded raspy. "Is your throat dry? Would you like me get you some water?" I questioned. "I'm so happy to see you… my son." He chuckled weakly and brought me down to hug him. "Of course I'm here." I raised an eyebrow in confusion and sat back down. The water forgotten.

"I thought after the incident, you know when we told you the truth.-" I closed my eyes in anger at the memory "-Well… we'd thought you'd never want to see us again." He frowned. "I'm over it. 2 years… how is ma doing." I asked. I usually call my grandparents Pa and ma because they were the only solid figures in my life. My parents were freakin' low life's, good riddance to their asses.

"She's… gone jazz. She passed a couple weeks after you left, she couldn't handle your leaving." He rubbed his nose like he always does, to stop him from crying. "She what?" I whimper. "I thought Trisha gave you the letter." He groaned. "Ma's not dead." I shake my head in denial. "I'm sorry Jasper."

"I don't want to know." I cover my face with my arms to hide my anguish. "Now I'm thirsty." I said threw my tears and was about to walk out the door until the demand in his voice stopped me, "Jasper!" He coughed and looked at me with a stern glare. "Don't do anything drastic and after your done I want you to come back here. I have to talk to ya." He pointed his finger and I knew I'd have to comply. I rolled my eyes and walked to the cafeteria. My own way, lost.

Arrows pointed up, down, left, right everywhere! I hated hospitals, that was just it. I followed the sign that says elevators, thinking maybe it was another floor. I waited for an elevator as I played a familiar tune into my head. When I heard the ding of the elevator doors opening. I walked in and looked at the floor map, I was on floor 7 and the Cafeteria is on floor 5. I'd only have a short walk after that.

It didn't seem hard, but I'm bad with directions, really bad. I couldn't find my way around a box if I wanted to.

I was in the Cafeteria after 20 minutes, it was harder getting there then I thought. But it shorter then an hour, so It wasn't as long as it usually is. I could remember what I had for lunch five years ago better then memorizing a map.

I grabbed a bag of potato chips and a coke and paid for it.

The hospital room was barely with people so I sat down at the middle for some unknown reasons. Sitting there silently mulling I got lost in my thoughts.

"Hey!" I heard someone slam their hands on the table as a way to snap me out of my trance. "What?-" I bit my tongue as I saw green memorizing eyes. Was there even a color green like his?

"Yes, beautiful?" I muttered and mentally smacked myself for scaring the guy. But he wasn't scared, he just crookedly grinned at me. Was there a red that color? And I never saw anyone grin that way?

I'm gonna call him eccentric. Yea he's probably just weird that way.

Just wanted to post a story for 12/12/12. I think it is a special day.

I've had this idea for a while and I just wanted to post it out there. This story will be long because I counted and I have about 77 characters and I still have to write down what their situation is about.
Hope you guys stay with me for the long run. And make wishes for this day because I did! (I'm 13 so let me have my joy)

See ya…