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Three Days by ThatGirl
~chapter two, Day Two~
Dear Matt 04.01 am 10/3-2002
Hi again. It's four am in the morning and it's still dark outside, but I can't sleep. I've been awake since three.
The doctors let us spend the night here in your room. I'm going to refer to it as 'your' room from now on, since I've understood that that's what it's going to be. At least for some time now.
Mum is lying on a bench outside, in the corridor, and so is dad. I'm the only one who gets to sleep inside of here with you, because there is only one small bed in your room, not counting the one you're lying in.
I wonder what made me wake up. That machine's never-ending beeping or my own state of mind… I still haven't uttered a word to anyone. It's almost as if I'm mute, my voice not here and my mouth as dry as an autumn leaf. My eyes are like that too now. Dry, I mean. I ran out of tears last night, and gone with those are also my feelings it seems like. I'm empty. Or not entirely empty… There is like this tiny, nagging lump in my stomach and a huge one in my throat, so big it's nearly shutting off the air. Those lumps are made out of worry, I think. The taste of them is disgusting, but I'll manage. I have to keep up the hope, right? Not loose faith, right? Not doubt you'll ever open your eyes again and breathe on your own again, right?
Oh, just prefect… I'm crying again. I guess those tears I thought I'd run out of weren't far away after all. I feel so small… But it's better to cry than to be all empty inside. At least that's my opinion. What's yours?
Dear Matt 10.30 am 10/3-2002
Mum and dad brought me breakfast from the cafeteria. It's strange to sit here and eat while you just lie there in your bed. You usually eat with me, you being the one who had cooked the food. When I see you now, you're just laying there, eyes closed and skin pale, being fed by a tube the doctors have attached in your arm with a needle. You've always hated needles.
Would you hear me if I spoke to you? Or are you just as dead to the world as the doctors tells me you are?
A telephone is ringing. I think it's your mobile.
Dad got it for you when he went home last night to fetch some of your stuff from your room. Your guitar was too big, but your old harmonica is here. Dad still didn't come into the room. He just gave the bag to mum and then stayed in the corridor, looking at his two sons through that window. I can't help but to thing it must've been a poor sight… His eldest, unconscious and hooked up to wires and forced to depend on a machine to breathe, and his youngest sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest and scribbling on this. A poor sight without a doubt.
Your phone stopped ringing. I don't think I would've been able to answer it in any case, but I'm at least going to check who it was.
It was Tai.
Oh, man… No one's told him… No one's told your other friends either. I wonder why he called you. Was he going to apologise to you for your latest quarrel? Maybe you had made up some plans to go to the soccer field or something? Or maybe he just wanted to talk to his best friend about whatever was on his mind?
Either cause, I don't think he was expecting you not to be at home in the apartment and not to even answer on the mobile.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
An SMS. It's most likely from Tai. I'm just going to check what it says…
"Where r u? I thought u were coming, but I guess I was wrong! Nice way to support ur friend! The game is over now anyway. Call me, will ya,"
What am I going to do? Answer it?
"Matt is in the hospital. There was a car accident. Sorry," It's short and sounds a little cold to me, but what else can I write? I don't really have the energy to send anything, and even less to fuss it up. I press the button with a green phone on it when the mobile asks me if I want to send.
After a few minutes it beeps again.
"R u kiddin me? Stop it, Matt. It's not fun and that was the lousiest excuse I've ever heard."
I draw a shaky sigh and feel tears welling up in my eyes once more.
"Sorry, it's not a joke. This is Tk and Matt is in a coma. He's in the Odaiba hospital. Sorry,"
I press the 'send'-button weakly and wait for a reply.
I'll wait for about ten minutes before I give up.
Sorry if I've gotten you into trouble with Tai now, Matt. But I'm sure he'll understand when he sees you.
Great, I'm crying. Again.
Dear Matt 10.55 am 10/3-2002
No reply has come…
Dear Matt 11.08 am 10/3-2002
Tai called about five minutes ago.
My first "Hello?" was raspy and I had to clear my throat before I was able to repeat it.
"Tk…?" Tai asked, sounding as if he just had been hit by lightning.
I snivelled.
"Tk," Tai said again. "Can I talk to Matt?"
Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks when I with a broken voice told him "No".
It was quiet for a long while.
"He's in the hospital?"
I nodded, forgetting for a moment that Tai couldn't see it through the phone. But I guess my silence told him enough.
Matt, promise me you'll wake up…
Tai hung up on me. I have no idea what he's doing now, but I hope it's not anything stupid.
Do you think it was right of me to tell him?
I'm going to move a bit closer to you. I've been in your room for more than thirteen hours, but haven't been any closer to you than two metres.
There.
I'm holding your hand now, Matt, and I wonder if you can feel it.
You know, you look a lot like mum sometimes. Not that you look like a girl or something, but sometimes you do look like mum. Now is one of those moments. Your hair isn't styled as it use to be, and it's spread over your head and the pillow just like mum's hair is when she's asleep, and your face is completely relaxed. I don't think I've ever seen your face so peaceful, without any traces of tension anywhere. Not even when you sleep you're that relaxed. It's both soothing and terrifying at the same time. In a way, you look more alive than I've ever seen you, yet your entire face expresses the total serenity of death. But I don't want to think of death in the same room as you. You've always been everything but death, Matt.
Though… Your hand is as cold as ice.
Dear Matt 06.33 pm 10/3-2002
Tai was here. He came to the hospital about half an hour after he got to know you're here and left a few minutes ago. It frightens me what the thought of loosing you can do to people who know you, Matt. I've never ever seen Tai cry before. At least not like that. He was almost bawling like a little kid, tears streaming out of his eyes in litres.
I hope you know how much you mean to everybody.
When Tai got to know exactly what happened, he yelled that he would kill the one who did it. When he caught him.
The police still doesn't know who it was who had been drinking and driving that day, hitting your bus, and I don't think they ever will. The driver was amazingly not hurt after the impact and got out of the car and ran. The few people outside were either too shocked or busy with calling someone or trying to help you and the bus driver.
I wonder if Tai really would kill him. Part of me wants that bastard dead, but I know that's not right. Maybe he's got a family somewhere, or friends who would miss him. Though I doubt people would miss him as much as they would miss you if you died. I doubt it strongly.
When or …if… you wake up, I'm either going to let you read these letters or burn them. Whichever way, I love you, Matt. I'll miss you, but I'll always love you.
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