It's creepy now that I think about it. Today is exactly two years since Paul woke up from his coma. I remember the day it happened, like one of those nightmares that get stuck in your head that you could have sworn was real. It was at that dumb party Brad threw. I mean, I know if he hadn't then my life would be very different. But still it was at that party that Paul went into the coma.
It happened when he went under the water. He ended up swallowing a lot which caused something like lack of oxygen to his brain and he wouldn't wake up. Well, guess how much I freaked when I came back from the shadow land and Paul didn't wake up.
Seriously, I never thought I would feel that way about Paul, but when he didn't wake up, I went mental on Jesse. I think he was terrified. I mean, I dragged him away, but not without a few strange looks. I was holding my arm out, dragging something that no one else could see. I said the first thing that came to my mind, "What in the F did you do to him?!" He just looked at me in that way and said "But he hurt you querida."
Right then, at that exact moment, I realized that I no longer felt that way about Jesse. When the word querida sent no shivers down my spine or my heart fluttering. I just looked at Jesse and said words that I realized that I had wanted to say for a long time, "Jesse...just go away and leave me alone."
I saw the hurt in his eyes right away. The thing was it didn't feel like a million knives in my heart that people always talked about. It was kind of a relief. He left and then paramedics found me and said I should go to the hospital. I refused but they still checked to make sure I was ok. The only reason they let me stay was because CeeCee agreed to look after me.
She said I would be spending the night at her house, no questions asked. I left, but not without thinking about how Paul was doing. I kept trying to get the thought out of my mind that he might die, but it wouldn't go away. I said to myself that if he did die I would not fall in love with another ghost. It would just be too hard.
Lucky for me, that didn't happen but that will come up later. I went to Cee's house and was bombarded with questions. I guess she heard me yelling at Jesse. I felt horrible and just kind of ended up telling her the whole story. Start to finish and even adding in how I just realized that I had feelings for Paul.
She sat there in utter disbelief. I would have to, but Cee being Cee, she came out of it pretty quickly and started with more rapidly-fired questions. I answered as best I could, but I was dead tired. She finally took pity on me, but made me promise that I would tell her more tomorrow. I agreed- anything to make it stop for now.
I woke up the next day and felt great, the best I had felt in years. Then it all came back- Paul, Jesse, and those horrible questions waiting for me. (A/n sorry but I hate rapid fire questions so I'm making her hate them.) Only it got even worse, I looked at my bag with a few clothing items I could grab the night before and there was a note from Jesse. It read:
Querdia,
I have to admit it hurt. I think I was falling in love with you, but you showed that you have more feelings for Paul than me. I am sorry I didn't get to say good-bye in person but I finally convinced Father Dominic to exorcize me. Please don't be mad at me for my decision. I just hope that Paul wakes up so he can take good care of my querida.
Yours always
Hector Jesse De Silva