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Misty's Awakening
Part 21
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Ash entered his house, running in through the door and racing up the stairs like there was no tomorrow. He threw his room door open, and turned on his light to reveal what it was he was looking for.
He didn't see it immediately, but he knew exactly where it was.
Tears blinding him all the while, he knelt down on the floor and looked under his bed.
* * * *
Things that Misty didn't quite recognize as thoughts flashed through her mind, confusing her more and more. Yes...the rhythmic pulse she felt....no...*heard*....it was a sound, not a thought. You couldn't actually *think* a sound, could you?
But she heard. She heard, and her ears were open. But she still didn't understand.
Where she lay was a complete mystery. The man she heard talking to other people in the room in a solemn voice, she didn't know. The boy that cried into the blanket which she rested under, she didn't recognize. And when she heard the door slam and a women cry out for her son to come back, she didn't comprehend. It was all jumbled up noises to her.
But she was aware that something wasn't right. She could hear noises that were around her, but she couldn't see what made them. Well, she didn't exactly realize that she was supposed to see, or feel, but she sensed something was missing. Something didn't click...
But then, how could anything make sense when she didn't even know who she was?
* * * *
It was still raining.
Ash pulled the car into the hospital parking lot, hoping with all his heart that she was still alive. He just didn't want to watch her slip away and not do *anything*...
He parked and jumped out of the vehicle. He grabbed something out of the back seat and, without bothering to shield his face from the rain, he determinedly made his way to the entrance.
"Ash!" Ms. Ketchem cried as he entered the room, "Ash, what were you thinking?! You shouldn't just leave when she's like this—"
"Yeah, I...know..." He was panting now from the run up the stairs— he hadn't wanted to wait for the elevator. He put the thing he had brought down on the bed.
"What the...Ash, you went for that?"
"No, you don't get it. Mom...could you just...could you leave for a minute?" He looked at her seriously. "Please?"
"Oh, Ash...you..." She was lost for words. She didn't know what he was thinking, but wasn't offended. She understood that he might want some time alone. After all, Misty might not...
She shook her head at the thought. "Yes, Ash. Yes...I'm sorry." She stood up and stepped out the door.
Ash let out a breath, and looked down at the girl who was so close to leaving him...again. He then urgently turned to the object he had left on the bed. He watched it, as if it would do something on it's own, and then turned to it. He opened the case...
* * * *
Beep....
Beep....Beep....
Beep...Beep....Beep....
The pulsing sound went on. It droned, and sent Misty into another state of mindlessness. It was strange, being able to think, but having nothing to think about.
Misty wanted to reach this world that she could hear. She didn't know it, but she wanted it so badly. Certainly there was more to this way of living than only hearing, and feeling nothing at all. Most of all, she wanted to know what was happening to her.
Beep....Beep....
There was nothing, still. She searched with all she had for a memory, but nothing came to mind. Something, anything, to connect her with this other world...
And then...
A new sound. A lovely, beautiful sound. A familiar sound.
It was new, though...in a refreshing way. It was something that she *knew*, but had never heard before. It was rhythmic, but in a different way than the beeping she heard. In fact, she couldn't hear the beeping anymore at all, not over this new sound.
A word crept into her mind. Music.
Yes!! Music! That was it.
And, with that, more words found their way into her thoughts— song, guitar, singing...all of that was what she heard.
And a voice that sang along with the mucic. Yes, she knew that voice.
It was....
* * * *
Ash held the instrument in his hands, strumming the strings on the notes that were written on the paper. He had words, too, and he sang them as well as he knew. He never thought he'd do this...but hadn't he written this song for her, after all?
The song entitled 'Misty' had been sitting in the bottom of the guitar case for a long time. Ash had forgotten about it until that day when Misty had found it, and he had been glad to get it away from her before she could read it. He felt embarrassed. But now, it was his humble offering to the girl that he loved so, who was falling away so quickly...
He knew his voice wasn't perfect, but now he found himself wishing that, despite his less than perfect singing, Misty could hear him. He hoped...
* * * *
Misty's heart leapt. Yes, she could almost feel her own heart beating.
Ash!
His heavenly voice filled her senses. She could hear him...Ash was there. But he was in that unreachable world...
The song he played for her was so amazingly beautiful, and she wished that it could lift her away from this hell that held her captive. And it almost felt like it was. Ash was playing for her. Singing for her. It was the song he'd written for her.
She was completely overcome. She wanted so badly to see him, to touch him. She wanted him to know that she heard him, but she had no way to communicate. She felt like dying...she wanted to see him so badly.
The song ended. Quiet. All that she heard was blurry, anyway, but she could have sworn she heard sobbing...
She tried with all she had to do *something*. She wanted to move, to cry out. But she couldn't. She felt paralyzed, and she could do nothing.
Her emotions were unbearable.
She'd never felt so helpless...
* * * *
Ash set the guitar down. He was hardly aware of the tears coming again, but he was too lost in thought to have cared. This was his way of saying goodbye, and he was done.
He set the instrument back in it's case with the music, and moved it off the bed. He looked to the girl laying in bed.
She was still.
A sob escaped him.
He hadn't expected any miracles. Of course, she was still headed for the same fate. Nothing he could do could save her, but he had hoped somewhere inside of him that it would.
He turned away. At least, he thought, she would be around for a little longer. Her heart was still beating, and as long as she was alive...
But she was sick, too. It was different this time. She was truly dying, wasn't she?
He looked back at Misty.
"Goodbye, Misty..." he whispered. He didn't want to say it, but he may never be able to..
Wait.
On her face, there was something different.
Ash leaned down to examine it. Yes...there was something strange. On her cheek, he saw a tear coming down from her eye. She was crying.
Did she know? Could she hear?
"Misty! Misty, please...can you hear me? Misty?" He was so desperate for a response...
But at least he knew that, somehow, she understood.
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...To be continued...
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Misty's Awakening
Part 21
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Ash entered his house, running in through the door and racing up the stairs like there was no tomorrow. He threw his room door open, and turned on his light to reveal what it was he was looking for.
He didn't see it immediately, but he knew exactly where it was.
Tears blinding him all the while, he knelt down on the floor and looked under his bed.
* * * *
Things that Misty didn't quite recognize as thoughts flashed through her mind, confusing her more and more. Yes...the rhythmic pulse she felt....no...*heard*....it was a sound, not a thought. You couldn't actually *think* a sound, could you?
But she heard. She heard, and her ears were open. But she still didn't understand.
Where she lay was a complete mystery. The man she heard talking to other people in the room in a solemn voice, she didn't know. The boy that cried into the blanket which she rested under, she didn't recognize. And when she heard the door slam and a women cry out for her son to come back, she didn't comprehend. It was all jumbled up noises to her.
But she was aware that something wasn't right. She could hear noises that were around her, but she couldn't see what made them. Well, she didn't exactly realize that she was supposed to see, or feel, but she sensed something was missing. Something didn't click...
But then, how could anything make sense when she didn't even know who she was?
* * * *
It was still raining.
Ash pulled the car into the hospital parking lot, hoping with all his heart that she was still alive. He just didn't want to watch her slip away and not do *anything*...
He parked and jumped out of the vehicle. He grabbed something out of the back seat and, without bothering to shield his face from the rain, he determinedly made his way to the entrance.
"Ash!" Ms. Ketchem cried as he entered the room, "Ash, what were you thinking?! You shouldn't just leave when she's like this—"
"Yeah, I...know..." He was panting now from the run up the stairs— he hadn't wanted to wait for the elevator. He put the thing he had brought down on the bed.
"What the...Ash, you went for that?"
"No, you don't get it. Mom...could you just...could you leave for a minute?" He looked at her seriously. "Please?"
"Oh, Ash...you..." She was lost for words. She didn't know what he was thinking, but wasn't offended. She understood that he might want some time alone. After all, Misty might not...
She shook her head at the thought. "Yes, Ash. Yes...I'm sorry." She stood up and stepped out the door.
Ash let out a breath, and looked down at the girl who was so close to leaving him...again. He then urgently turned to the object he had left on the bed. He watched it, as if it would do something on it's own, and then turned to it. He opened the case...
* * * *
Beep....
Beep....Beep....
Beep...Beep....Beep....
The pulsing sound went on. It droned, and sent Misty into another state of mindlessness. It was strange, being able to think, but having nothing to think about.
Misty wanted to reach this world that she could hear. She didn't know it, but she wanted it so badly. Certainly there was more to this way of living than only hearing, and feeling nothing at all. Most of all, she wanted to know what was happening to her.
Beep....Beep....
There was nothing, still. She searched with all she had for a memory, but nothing came to mind. Something, anything, to connect her with this other world...
And then...
A new sound. A lovely, beautiful sound. A familiar sound.
It was new, though...in a refreshing way. It was something that she *knew*, but had never heard before. It was rhythmic, but in a different way than the beeping she heard. In fact, she couldn't hear the beeping anymore at all, not over this new sound.
A word crept into her mind. Music.
Yes!! Music! That was it.
And, with that, more words found their way into her thoughts— song, guitar, singing...all of that was what she heard.
And a voice that sang along with the mucic. Yes, she knew that voice.
It was....
* * * *
Ash held the instrument in his hands, strumming the strings on the notes that were written on the paper. He had words, too, and he sang them as well as he knew. He never thought he'd do this...but hadn't he written this song for her, after all?
The song entitled 'Misty' had been sitting in the bottom of the guitar case for a long time. Ash had forgotten about it until that day when Misty had found it, and he had been glad to get it away from her before she could read it. He felt embarrassed. But now, it was his humble offering to the girl that he loved so, who was falling away so quickly...
He knew his voice wasn't perfect, but now he found himself wishing that, despite his less than perfect singing, Misty could hear him. He hoped...
* * * *
Misty's heart leapt. Yes, she could almost feel her own heart beating.
Ash!
His heavenly voice filled her senses. She could hear him...Ash was there. But he was in that unreachable world...
The song he played for her was so amazingly beautiful, and she wished that it could lift her away from this hell that held her captive. And it almost felt like it was. Ash was playing for her. Singing for her. It was the song he'd written for her.
She was completely overcome. She wanted so badly to see him, to touch him. She wanted him to know that she heard him, but she had no way to communicate. She felt like dying...she wanted to see him so badly.
The song ended. Quiet. All that she heard was blurry, anyway, but she could have sworn she heard sobbing...
She tried with all she had to do *something*. She wanted to move, to cry out. But she couldn't. She felt paralyzed, and she could do nothing.
Her emotions were unbearable.
She'd never felt so helpless...
* * * *
Ash set the guitar down. He was hardly aware of the tears coming again, but he was too lost in thought to have cared. This was his way of saying goodbye, and he was done.
He set the instrument back in it's case with the music, and moved it off the bed. He looked to the girl laying in bed.
She was still.
A sob escaped him.
He hadn't expected any miracles. Of course, she was still headed for the same fate. Nothing he could do could save her, but he had hoped somewhere inside of him that it would.
He turned away. At least, he thought, she would be around for a little longer. Her heart was still beating, and as long as she was alive...
But she was sick, too. It was different this time. She was truly dying, wasn't she?
He looked back at Misty.
"Goodbye, Misty..." he whispered. He didn't want to say it, but he may never be able to..
Wait.
On her face, there was something different.
Ash leaned down to examine it. Yes...there was something strange. On her cheek, he saw a tear coming down from her eye. She was crying.
Did she know? Could she hear?
"Misty! Misty, please...can you hear me? Misty?" He was so desperate for a response...
But at least he knew that, somehow, she understood.
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...To be continued...
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