Chapter 10- Cruel To Be Kind
I'm lying in my hospital bed, waiting for my visitors. Everything that had happened came flooding back to me.
It was a drunk driver. Craig, Spinner and Paige were all in the car, driving home when the drunk driver hit the car's side. The side with Paige and Craig. The car flipped over.
Craig died after I passed out. Paige died this morning.
Spinner is wheeled into my room. He had a huge bruise on his face and a large gash on his leg.
"How are you?"
"How do you think I am, Spin?" I don't look at him.
"Horrible. I can tell."
"No shit Sherlock."
"He loved you."
"Past tense, now Spin? Past FUCKING tense? He's dead."
"I know. So it has to be past tense."
"But…"
"He's gone, Delia."
"No. No he can't. He can't leave me this way."
"He didn't want to, believe me. But this is the way love works out sometimes."
"What the hell? What would you know about love, Spinner?"
"I know that love is one of the most important things you'll ever have."
"Really? I never would have expected you to feel that way." I say sarcastically.
"Delia, look at me."
I look at him. "You loved Craig, and He loved you. You will always know that. It's reality, Deel."
"You know what, Gavin? I love Craig. I lost my best friend. I lost my fiancée. And you know what? That is the art of losing."
Last call now I'm out of time
And I don't got no valentine
Singled out, now I stand alone
The underdog at a modern world
Suburbia's hot tonight
But nothing seems to feel alright
I don't want your sympathy
I just need a little therapy
At least that's what they say to me
Hey, ho, let's go!
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One, two, fuck you!
Don't tell me what to do!
I don't wanna be like you
Can't you see, it's killing me?
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down, I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing
Whoa..
Set the mould and do what you're told
Get a job and start growing old
9-5 can make your dreams come true
But I don't wanna be like you
I'm not cool and I'll never be
I break the rules and I guarantee