CHAPTER 12
((I have to cumulatively write each chapter…meaning I write some each night…im so busy…sorry…I know…there are lots of cliffies…and those wont stop…but im so sorry…so yes…here's the next chapter…im starting this on Tuesday night…let's see how long it takes to write…XOXO, CHRISTINE))
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So, I lay my head back
down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray,
to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.
Sing to
me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and
laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing
to me of the plans that you have for me over again.
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Miley had been there, sunup to sundown for three days now. There had been no sign of life from Jake, except for the shear fact that his face was gaining more color by the day. That partly may have been a result of then sun streaming through the windows showing a beautiful panorama of land.
Miley sat by his bed, holding his hand, praying for him to come to life, to come back to the daily life of actions and emotions. She would gently squeeze his warm hand, always swearing that she felt a little squeeze in response. She never told anyone, though. She hardly slept at night, wondering if he would wake up while she wasn't there. She wanted him to wake up to the gorgeous light in the windows and to the room full of people who care for him.
A mass number of cards had arrived for him over the past few days. The post office had to stop his mail from coming to his hospital room. They would soon need a dump truck to carry the letters. It seemed that the letters weren't only from fans, but they were also from avid news watchers inspired by his truly delightful story. Amber and Ashley had sent one each day, each one more ornate than the last. Miley couldn't believe how stupid they were. He had almost died and they were still too concerned with their image to care. They only wanted him because he was charming and sweet.
This particular warm breezy day, Miley was tired. She was run down from the sleep-deprivation. She only felt comfortable while sleeping in his room, which she more than occasionally was doing, now. She could always wake up if he did.
Today, she was talking to him, trying to encourage him to step back into the world. "Jake, you've missed so much," Miley was saying, as if he could actually hear. "Lily and Oliver aren't being awkward anymore, but they aren't together either. We were supposed to do our plan, but that didn't happen, obviously, because…because…well you know why. We all miss you, Jake. Come back to me. Baby, come back to me." He slept on, like he always did and would continue to do, day after day…for a while at least.
Another day melted into another week. Another week melted into another month, which quickly approached two months. It was the day of two months since he had been discovered. It also happened to be his 16th birthday, a day of happiness. He could now legally drive, except for the fact he hadn't been through drivers' education or any of the interminable crap like that.
Birthday presents poured in from all over the world for Jake. They had a cake, even though he wouldn't be able to have any. They planned to celebrate as if Jake was fully there, understanding what was happening. "The large cake read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAKE!" in giant icing trying to act completely normal.
It was half way through the day. Mrs. Ryan was picking up Jake's grandparents from the airport. Mr. Ryan had been moved to a rehabilitation hospital where he underwent 7 hours of physical therapy daily. Robbie Ray was out buying lunch for everyone at Rigatti Pallati, Jake's favorite restaurant, so that they could all have a break from hospital food.
Miley was sitting alone with him in the hospital room, like she had been so often while Mrs. Ryan was at the other hospital and her father was off doing business. She loved it this way. Even though Jake had no idea what was happening, she still felt they were growing closer as she waited for him to wake up. She would always be there. She was holding his hand.
Fumbling
his confidence
And wondring why the world has passed him by
Hoping
that hes meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly,
fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost
ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live
inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost
ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about
providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe weve
been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe were bent and broken,
broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost
ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live
inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost
ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this
worlds got to offer
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We
want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside
screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much
more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much
more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much
more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were
meant to live
Miley had been singing into the silence, which by the end of her song was silent no more.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! It was an alarm, and as soon as it went off, nurses and doctors flooded into the room. "Flatline!" one called, "ready for shock!" The shocker was applied. "SHOCK!" Miley watched his body react, twitching, the energy shot through him. No reaction. The process was repeated, over and over again…until…
"That's it," a blonde nurse announced. "After five shocks, the papers from his parents' lawyer says to let him go the natural way. He can't live on his own. Time of death, 3:54 pm, approximately."
3:54, Miley thought to herself, that's the time he was born. He died at the exact time he was born.
"Call the boy's mom," the doctor commanded, "pity, pity, pity. Such a handsome boy, such a talent. It's so sad to see the good die young."
The doctors and nurses were cleaning up the room, preparing for the transfer of his body. They were about to unhook the heart monitor when…
((the biggest cliffhanger of the story??? Hmmm…I don't know…XOXO, CHRISTINE))