Chapter 6: In the Mirror (as told by Roger Davis)

(Later that morning)

"Damn it, I need to be in there! He's too old to be helping to deliver a baby!"

"Ma'am, please calm down...everything will be alright, I'm sure you'll know the moment the baby is born."

"That's just great...when dies of a heart attack due to shock!"

"Ma'am you're overreacting."

"Come on, Cade, there's nothing you can do if she won't listen."

She follows me reluntanctly to the waiting room.
I hate hospitals and I'm feeling extemely paranoid as I sit watching her wear down a path in floor. The door opens and I must have jumped a mile...it was just an old couple leaving.

"What's the matter? You look more nervous than I feel and your only role was bringing the lunatic aunt to reak havoc on the hospital."

"It's nothing...for some reason I always get nervous in hospitals..."

She sits down next to me.

"Mimi?" she asks somewhat cautiously.

"Naw, well, a little bit...but way before then. Scott and I were ten...

(ten year old Roger)

..."Come on Scott! Don't be such a wuss! Jaime and Ian are doing it, hell even Mark is up here."

I don't know why he didn't want to, he'd done it before. Hell, if fifteen year old Mark was up here there is no reason in my mind why we couldn't do it.

I could here him calling up from the bottom of the metal tower, "And I suppose if our little brothers or your best friend told you to jump off a mountain, you'd do that, too?"

I laugh and call down, "Hell, yes...now shut up and come on...you're starting to sound like Mom."

I joined Jaime, Ian and Mark on the platform at the top and Mark leaned over to me,

"I thought the oldest was the wisest?"

Scott shouted, "He's only older by two minutes...guys, no spitting...alright I'm coming..."

I laugh my head off...he's always been easy to push.

I lean over the edge just in time to see him look up.

I guess the sun blinded him but the next moment his leg and arm miss the next rung by a foot.

It seems to go in slow motion...he hits his head against a bar and just tumbles and crashes down a good ten feet.

We can't get down fast enough...Mark, goes for the phone.

I inhaled, "I just remember waiting in the waiting room, while the nurses kept asking what happened...and knowing it was my fault. He had to use a wheelchair for a couple months..."

"That sucks...at least he didn't die." Cade interjects.

"yeah...I just remember they wouldn't let me go in either. And we were normally always within feet of each other...but, that was then, this is now. I'm being stupid..I'm acting like a...girl."

"What's wrong with being a girl?"

"Well, um..." I joke

A few moments go by.

"You knew Mark back then?"

"Yeah, we'd been in the same elementary school/ junior high build and our mothers were friend...he's was the only one who could tell the diferences between Scott and I...they built a new junior high when he was in seventh grade that he had to go to...then we had a "break" until my senior year..because we all thought after Scott and I "went to college" ie left town we'd never see each other after that...and now I live in the same apartment with the guy...go figure..."

I could tell she was waiting for more...who knows how long we were going to be in here.

"That's when we had the fight...Scott and I. Senior year."

(eighteen year old Roger)

"Come on Scott...aren't you going to come?"

"No, I've got to finish this paper..."

"It's not due for a week."

"It's due tomorrow."

"A week, a day. What's the difference? Let's have some fun...it'll just be you, me and Mark, I told you he's back from Brown for a week. Can't believe he's survived three years there. Anyhow, come on,I swear Maureen or Linda won't be there...they've got rehearsal."

"No, Roger. You know, we don't always have to do everything together. We're eighteen and I can't hold your hand and help you do everything."

"I don't ever need your help...I'm helping you get out of the house...I'm the only reason you have a social life..."

"Well, thanks but no. Your social life involves playing the guitar, smoking, getting wasted, barely avoiding trouble...helping your friends get in trouble...go hang out the friends who still want you screwing up their lives. Your just like Dad."

"Take that back...I am nothing like him."

"Oh come on Roger, you both seem to want to end up a no body."

I can't stand it any more. My left fist connects with his stomach and my right with his face.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again...and you don't need me? Fine. I don't need you either, I never have. You think you're so much better off than me, that alright, for all I care you can die a lonely, miserable virgin who no body cares about."

I could hear him as I grabbed my stuff randomly into my duffel bag that used to be my soccer bag, "Yeah, I suppose everybody will care about you when you fail music and die of a drug overdose."

Andthen I was gone.

I hate the past and thankfully I'm saved by an elderly man coming into the room. Cade runs to him..

"Hannah, princess! you made it...the nurse told me about some pissed teenager...knew it was my girl."

"How are they?"

"Well, it's a boy, and Corrine, well, she as good as she'll ever be." He sighed.

"What's his name?" She looked happier than a kid on Christmas Day.

"Matthias Orsen Devert..."

Poor kid...

"...and there's something Corrine wanted to talk to you about..."

and now time for everybody's favorite part...(DRUM ROLL) Authors Note!

First of all I want to thank everyone for there patience and understanding. It meant a lot.
So I worked pretty hard to get some past history stuff in here. So let me say, Last night was opening night of our theatre's production (which I help "manage") so I didn't get home until 11:30, then worked on homework until the pope's funeral aired and then worked on this afterward until class at 7:30, and let me tell you sleep is so over rated 'cos I'm not getting any sleep until 12 tonight!

So now I'll stop ranting and get to the important stuff:

...: (that looks like an "L", sideways) no problem on the name, if you don't mind if/ when (hoping for "when" but your choice) you review again, I think I'll call you "L" unless you're quite attached to ... but thanks for clearing that up. I was a little worried about that, but I'm still going to have multiple narrators from time to time but if it get too out of hand just let me know, thanks for the imput.

Kelby: I didn't want to become too predictable...so, twin thing: good, right?

Lils: Thanks...and thanks...

BwayDiva: Thanks for your opinion..and so far looks like he's staying...does that mean I'm brilliant, hmm...? (I can answer that...no, right? ) ...well, on that couple, what do you think...I will tell you I am playing with that idea

carsonheir: on the length I didn't mean to offend you or anything...it was meant in good humor...I do have a bad tendency to write chapter that are way too short and end up leaving stuff out...how was this for Roger History w/ Scott and all...and about Dr. Phil...I personally like having people opinion, on my writing, it helps make it better, especially if it is agood opinion...won't make it my creed but I keep it in mind, you know?

Thanks, again, every one I value each and everyone of your opinions.

And thanks to everyone who is even reading it! You guys rock!

Until next time, this is me...signing out.