"Matt Ephram, wake up!" Delia said loudly.
I could see Ephram's figure get up slowly and probably giving her a somewhat questioning look. I sure would have given her more than that but at the moment I ignored her, closing my eyes completely and shutting out all the strenous color pixels of Everwood.
But all in all, it didn't matter where I was. It all blended and meshed together as black. Or for kicks one might say ebony or some other rich word to disguise it, that of which could easily come out wrong.
For me though, it's all the same - I see it as black. Darkness. Uncertianty. Fear. Total damnation. My own living Hell.
"You know that means you too." Delia said, poking me on my bare shoulder. I remained silent. "I know you're hungry. You're teeth are clenched." she said poking and proding at me. Just like the doctors. Just like her father. Little did she know that my teeth were clenched awaiting the pain that was sure to come. "Ah ha! I felt that. Your jaw tightened when I move you like this."she repeated her actions once more, placing one hand on top of my head and the other on the bottom of my jaw, trying to make my mouth open by pulling my jaw down and head up.
"And I felt it too!" I popped up in the chair saying, making her jump back as she let out a little shreak. I could see Ephram shaking his head and smiling at us.
He gave me the 'let's do it' look that we had made back when he was in New York and his mother was still alive. Every so often when she least expected t, we'd pick her up by her hands and feet and start swinging her, tossing her usually on a plush couch or bed. Once we missed though, right in front of Mrs. Brown. Delia landed in a heap of clothes piled high in Ephram's room. Delia didn't mind it at all and Mrs. Brown didn't say anything but from then on we made sure that she landed on something.
With devious grins, we both silently agreed on what to do next. Ephram dropped the shirt he was questioning of putting on and I kept Delia pre-occupied by telling her one of the corniest 'Why did the chicken cross the road' jokes and when she told me that she didn't know, I told her 'Because it wanted to become a hen.' She laughed even though I don't think she quite got it.
With shaky hands since I couldn't quite see everything right, I took her hands while Ephram took her feet. I think she'd forgotten that we did that since Ephram and I haven't been together for the longest. She yelled loudly, being taken by surprise.
"Look who has the reflexes of a dead cow!" Ephram exclaimed as we swung her left to right. I just laughed at the whole thing. It felt great to know a world outside of absentee parents and cancer. Especially cancer.
"Delia, what are you making all this noise for?" Andy questioned as he walked into the room, his voice dropping of 'for'. He stopped on what he was going to lecture us on as a wide grin errupted across his face. "You guys just be ready in ten minutes and meet me out in the car."he said smiling and shaking his head as he walked out the door.
I could see Ephram's figure get up slowly and probably giving her a somewhat questioning look. I sure would have given her more than that but at the moment I ignored her, closing my eyes completely and shutting out all the strenous color pixels of Everwood.
But all in all, it didn't matter where I was. It all blended and meshed together as black. Or for kicks one might say ebony or some other rich word to disguise it, that of which could easily come out wrong.
For me though, it's all the same - I see it as black. Darkness. Uncertianty. Fear. Total damnation. My own living Hell.
"You know that means you too." Delia said, poking me on my bare shoulder. I remained silent. "I know you're hungry. You're teeth are clenched." she said poking and proding at me. Just like the doctors. Just like her father. Little did she know that my teeth were clenched awaiting the pain that was sure to come. "Ah ha! I felt that. Your jaw tightened when I move you like this."she repeated her actions once more, placing one hand on top of my head and the other on the bottom of my jaw, trying to make my mouth open by pulling my jaw down and head up.
"And I felt it too!" I popped up in the chair saying, making her jump back as she let out a little shreak. I could see Ephram shaking his head and smiling at us.
He gave me the 'let's do it' look that we had made back when he was in New York and his mother was still alive. Every so often when she least expected t, we'd pick her up by her hands and feet and start swinging her, tossing her usually on a plush couch or bed. Once we missed though, right in front of Mrs. Brown. Delia landed in a heap of clothes piled high in Ephram's room. Delia didn't mind it at all and Mrs. Brown didn't say anything but from then on we made sure that she landed on something.
With devious grins, we both silently agreed on what to do next. Ephram dropped the shirt he was questioning of putting on and I kept Delia pre-occupied by telling her one of the corniest 'Why did the chicken cross the road' jokes and when she told me that she didn't know, I told her 'Because it wanted to become a hen.' She laughed even though I don't think she quite got it.
With shaky hands since I couldn't quite see everything right, I took her hands while Ephram took her feet. I think she'd forgotten that we did that since Ephram and I haven't been together for the longest. She yelled loudly, being taken by surprise.
"Look who has the reflexes of a dead cow!" Ephram exclaimed as we swung her left to right. I just laughed at the whole thing. It felt great to know a world outside of absentee parents and cancer. Especially cancer.
"Delia, what are you making all this noise for?" Andy questioned as he walked into the room, his voice dropping of 'for'. He stopped on what he was going to lecture us on as a wide grin errupted across his face. "You guys just be ready in ten minutes and meet me out in the car."he said smiling and shaking his head as he walked out the door.