How Much Can You See?
by Musashihazmat84
*A/N* Just a short thing I wrote one day in Study Hall during sophomore year (written Jan. 10, 2000).
James, as I am riding here beside you, I am scared. When we get to your parent's house, what will happen? I wish I could just hold your hand. I know you are scared too.
I want to say so much to you, but I'm scared as to how you'll react. The night before our accident I realized how I felt-about you. That's what I was trying to say when the car veered off the road-and now as I look at your legs, I wonder if I'll ever have you back. Will you ever walk again?
How do you feel about me? For these years I have guessed and guessed, but maybe again I secretly was hoping-but hoping for what? Oh what's the use, I'm just talking to myself. You can't hear me, maybe you don't want to. If you could hear my thoughts, what would you say? I have to say something to you-
"James, " what am I doing? "James are you okay?"
James, please don't look at me like that-
"What do you think?" you hiss, "I'm a damn cripple now! Do you think I'm okay?"
"But James-I..."
But you only turn away. As I look again at your limp legs your doctor's voice only echoes in my ears. "He may never walk again...He needs to relearn how to walk..He can do it but it will take time..."
My vision is starting to blur. Damnit, I can't cry! Not in front of you-but the tears are coming- and all I can do is turn away. Wonderful, now Meowth can see me, and I almost bet he'll say something, some smart remark like he always does. But he doesn't. Does he know what I am thinking? Oh, how can he, he can only see my eyes. But my eyes can tell a lot.