One week later
Dear Juanita
Why won't you talk to me, or at least come and visit me? I'm dieing Juanita and I don't think there will be any miracle giver to save me this time. I don't care if you don't love me, but can you still come as a friend?
I'm sorry I did what I did, but I came back Juanita. I had a choice and I came back for you. You hurt me Juanita, but I didn't want to hurt you… I just wanted to ease my pain. Now my pain is ten times worse.
I want you to be by my side, I am waiting to see if I will live or die and I don't want to do it alone. Please come and be by my side, I can't do it without you.
Alex
Alex read over the letter, it was damp and the ink had run where his tears had landed. He hoped Juanita would come. Nat hadn't left, and their dad was always around somewhere. The rest of the band visited everyday, but Alex really missed having Juanita around.
"Nat can you give this to Juanita?" Alex asked, folding the letter up.
"What is it?" Nat asked taking the letter from Alex.
"A letter, I want us to be friends again… you know in case I…" Alex said sadly, he didn't want to say the last word it would make it sound so final.
"You'll be OK Alex, you'll make it," Nat said, he prayed that he wouldn't be lying.
"But if I don't…" Alex pleaded. It had been the hardest week of his life, all he could do was sit there and wait.
"Ok Alex," Nat said, giving his brother a hug. He didn't really want to leave Alex alone, but he knew Alex would not forgive him if he didn't deliver the letter.
Alex just sat there on his bed looking out the window.
"Screw it" Alex said frustrated, if he didn't feel wind or something he was going to go made. Alex got out of the bed and put on some jeans his dad had brought over so he didn't have to wear those revealing hospital gowns. He put on a thick jersey and slipped some shoes on. Alex took of the clip from his finger and pulled the suction things from his chest, causing all the machines to sound one loud beep.
"Shut up!" Alex said annoyed, thankfully he didn't have an IV injected into him, he still had the injection point, but there was tube attached.
Alex slipped out of the room and climbed up to the roof. Alex heard the announcement over the PA to say they were looking at him.
"Code 9, Code 9, Ward 6"
Alex wasn't surprised after all he was supposed to be suicidal. Alex pushed through the doors and stood on the roof. There was a bit of a wind. He shivered, but was pleased to feel something all the same. Alex just sat down against a wall and looked out through the city. He could see the Statue of Liberty standing tall over her little island. He looked out at the beauty of New York, and just admired the view and the feel of the wind running through his hair. Alex heard the door open and someone come running through it.
"There you are!" A security guard said annoyed and out of breath. "What are you doing up here?"
Alex just kept looking out over the city.
"I wanted to feel the air move, If I die, I want to feel the wind in my hair" Alex said distracted.
"Come on, lets get back down there" The guard said impatiently.
"I want to stay up here!" Alex said defiantly.
The guard just stared at him, why did the suicidal's always think he would leave them on the roof.
"I don't think so, don't make me drag you" The guard said more impatiently.
"Then I'll wait until your gone and come back up again," Alex said annoyed.
"Alex, why are you tethered to the bed?" Nat asked returning to find Alex, with a relatively long tether tied from his left hand to the bed.
"Stupid guard wouldn't let me sit on the roof," Alex said bitterly.
"Why were you on the roof?" Nat asked a bit concerned.
Alex looked up at Nat and could see what he was thinking.
"I just wanted to feel the air move." Alex said looking longingly out the window.
Nat let out a small sigh of relief.
"What did Juanita say?" Alex asked anxiously.
"Nothing, I had to give it to her foster parents" Nat said, he knew Juanita would come around, he just hoped it was sooner rather then later.
