How Far
I wake up with a headache bordering on migraine. What the?! I'm alive? But how....? Enrique. He and the others. It's slowly coming back to me. I open my eyes and look around me. I seem to be in my own room, but I can't tell for sure. Why's it so dark? Ah, the shades are drawn. Carefully I reach a hand up to touch my aching head and realize my wrist is bandaged. They must have called a doctor after I blacked out.
I can hear voices out in the hall now, and suddenly the door opens. Enrique walks in and comes over to the bed, turning on the lamp beside me. "How long?" He practically jumps, "huh? Oh, you're awake. Finally." He seems relieved. "How long did I sleep?" "Only about thirty-six hours." I look at him, surprised. "Only?" He gives me a thin smile, "they told us you'd probably sleep for a few days." "Well they lied." "So they did." "Where are Robert and Johnny?" "Downstairs."
There's silence a moment, and then I remember something. "It was Robert behind me, wasn't it?" "It was." "Why?" "Why what?" "Why did you stop me?" "We didn't want to lose you. We still don't." I don't understand. But, the way he said it, I'm guessing Enrique doesn't understand either. "Why?" Apparently it's my turn to answer questions, "why what?" "Why'd you do it Oliver. Why did you try to kill yourself?" That's none of his business. Why I did it is my reason and mine only.
Silence reigns once more, only to be broken. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" "No." No I'm not. I'm not ready to tell him. Not yet. "It's all right. I guess it's not really any of my business anyway." Damn right it isn't. He turns away then, "but you scared me." Wha....? "Actually, you scared all three of us. We....we thought you were going to die." That was the point, but I....I....scared them? I didn't think.... That wasn't supposed to.... "Enrique?" He turns back to me, "what?"
I think I'm going to cry. I'm such an idiot. I didn't....didn't even....stop to think how they might feel. "I'm sorry." Like you wouldn't believe. How could I have been so stupid? I thought I'd thought of everything. I couldn't have been more wrong. I forgot about them. My friends. The one thing I finally realized was actually important in this world, and I forgot it. "It's all right Oliver." "But I...." "Just promise me something." Of course. Anything. Anything at all to make up for this. "Don't do that again. 'Cause if you do, next time, we might be too late."
"I promise." "Good. Now why don't you go back to sleep." He turns off the light, "where are you going?" "Downstairs to tell Johnny and Robert you're better." He disappears into the hall, closing the door behind him. Once he's gone, I lay back against my pillows, thinking. I guess we've gotten closer than I thought. I hadn't realized they'd do something like this for me. But now I know, just how far my friends will go to help me. And that makes me feel a whole lot better.
Chaos: Well whadya think? Unless I come up with more, we've got about 2 chapters to go. I hopes ya likes it, and I'd loves it if you'd tells me whats ya think.