DAY TWO
The sunlight pierced through his closed eyelids, awakening him from a deep slumber. He scrunched up his face in dissent; he wanted to go back to sleep. But the sunlight continued to reach him, and so then, slowly, he opened his eyes.
At first all he could see was the sky and sun. He blinked excessively, adjusting to the light of daytime. He looked around. He lay in a hospital bed, in a small dingy hospital room. All the memories cane rushing back to him, and he tried to jump out of bed. But his body was still limp and heavy from sleep. Here he was perfectly fine, but in a hospital bed, while somewhere out there, his cousin was all alone.
Alone? NOT ALONE. For as Will twisted his torso around to see what else he could do with his body, not only did he recognize a faint beeping sound, but Carlton lay in another bed, the same as before.
Will heard the air rushing past his eardrums.
"Carlton…" he breathed, trembling with unshed tears. "Oh, Carlton…"
Whatever had he done to deserve this? Now his cousin could die because of him. He was way too young to live with himself after this. He'd probably commit-
No, Will, you will not commit suicide, said a strong voice in his head. You will not have to commit suicide because your cousin is going to live. Do you hear me? He is going to survive!
This was too much for him. He needed to talk to somebody. And fast.
He checked the clock next to him.10 AM in the morning. No doubt Uncle Phil and Aunt Vivian heard what was going on. They were coming through that door any minute now-
The doors banged open. There they were, worn out and worried.
"Will," uncle Phil said, until he noticed that Will was pale and sickly.
"Honey, what happened?" said Aunt Vivian. She walked over to his side of the bed, and tried to put her arms around him, but she moved away, shaking his head sadly.
"I'm…" he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I'm moving out, Aunt Viv."
"What?" said Phillip, outraged.
Will stared at Uncle
Phil with a vacant expression.
"You heard me, " he said
evenly. "I said I'm moving out, Uncle Phil. It's the best for
all of us."
"Well-well-well, where are you gonna live, how are you gonna pay for food and clothes, what are you gonna do?" uncle Phil was stumbling over his own words; it could not be true; how the hell was Will Smith going to leave this house if he had no allowance? Without that, he'd had no future!
"It must be the shock of what happened last night, Phillip, he doesn't mean it," said Vivian, rubbing Will's arm gently.
"No, Aunt Viv," said Will calmly. "I've made up my mind."
"What?" Aunt Viv.
"Look, this is too much for me right now, and I need to get out and find out what is most important to me."
Now they were really getting panicked. If will had made his choice…
"Wait a minute, Will," said Uncle Phil frantically. "Now, if you're planning to leave our home, fine. But at least stay in the pool house. Then no one will bother you."
Will was silent for a moment. Then he said, " Maybe you can move some of my stuff there. But I'm telling you. I'm moving out, and moving into this hospital, until Carlton's awake."
Aunt Vivian looked desperately at Phil, who bit his lip in frustration.
In the back of his mind, he knew that nothing he or Aunt Vivan said would change this man's mind.
Taking deep calming breaths, Phil said, "All…alright, son…but please, make sure that this a decision you're willing to go through with, that you are completely sure of."
Will's dull eyes pierced through Uncle Phil's right to his heart.
"Yes, I'm sure," said Will stiffly.
Phil bowed his head in resignation. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll give you three days in order for you to change your mind."
"No need to, Phil," said Will, gesturing towards the door. "I made my decision."
He wanted them to go. They obliged.
The moment they were gone, Will turned over to look at Carlton.
Who still wasn't awake.
"Lord, if you kill him, I'm going after, and taking you with me."
A/N: I hope you're enjoying this. Shorter chapters mean more suspense, right?
