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Love's Hymn Chapter Two -enjoy :)
Ughh . . . Where am I? What happened? What is this searing pain on my head? My hand? Last night . . . It's all a blur.
There's something about walking that makes me feel peaceful, but I have to hurry. It's getting dark.
I was rushing to the bus stop . . . It was already late and there was a high chance of missing the last one, then . . .
"Morning! I see you're awake now. Wew I'm glad you're okay. You took quite a hit last night, I seriously thought you were gonna die. If you did, I would probably be in jail right now, haha. Me go to jail? Haha thats the last thing I want on my record."
"Ermm . . ." I stated awkwardly. Who is this person? Where am I? And what exactly happened? " Umm, sorry but who are you?"
"Oh my bad dude. My name is Zack. And if you don't remember what happened last night, well . . . We got into a little accident. You were running so fast that I didn't see you when I made that turn, and I hit you with my car. So In my panic, I brought you here to my parent's house and we called the family doctor to check you out. He said that you're fine except that you got a little concussion and some bones in your left hand are broken because your hand was crushed by the front wheel. He said it'll take some time to heal."
" . . ." I was speechless and shocked. My left hand . . . It can't be. I gradually lifted my hand and saw it wrapped in white bandages. It's broken, a useless lump of skin and broken bones. It felt numb, as if nothing there existed. It was like an empty chamber, void of anything except darkness. It was like a broken heart. Looking at it, I felt so much despair. "No, no, no." I couldn't help it, tears slowly crawled their way out of my eyes and poured like a little stream. "No!! This is a dream! This is not happening! I don't know you! Why did you do this to me! Why?! Of all the things that could have been broken, why my hand! Why?!"
"Umm, dude I'm sorry. It wasn't just my fault you know. If you were just looking where you were going then you wouldn't even be in this situation right now."
Oh my god, I can't believe this guy. I'm here broken and he has the audacity to put the blame on me? Who the hell does he think he is? I need to get out of here before I become a blind hurricane. I dried my tears with the hand that I'm capable of using to prevent showing weakness. Like the person I am, I turned the other face and showed myself with pride and dignity.
"I'm sorry, you're right, it was all my fault. Where are my stuff?"
"I'm glad you think so too, next time you should really look where you're running to. And they're right over here."
Wow, seriously, this guy is an arrogant white rich boy. I hate him, gahh! Does he even know how to console someone? His heart is probably as black as coal. I watched him as he took my bag out of a closet. As I scanned the rest of the room, I felt out of place. The room is enormous and everything looked so elegant. Almost everything was made of polished wood. The window that reached from the floor and up to the ceiling towered the room, but the view was what surprised me the most. It was a field of beautiful lilies dancing and swaying back and forth. It's as if I'm in paradise. There was a huge flat screen T.V. hanging from a wall, a mini living room with a glass table in the middle, a bathroom that looked as if it came from a tourist vacation spot, and the aroma of pine trees could be smelled throughtout the whole room. This is the room that dreams are made of. It's as if one touch from an outsider like me can cause it to become disoriented, out of place, or simply destroyed. Who is this guy and where exactly am I?
"Here's your stuff."
"Thanks." He gave me my bag and I took out my phone to call my mom. I hope she didn't worry too much. I need to call her and ask to get me, I really need to get out of here. I feel as if I don't belong here. She picked up the phone at the first ring and already, her worried state showed through the quivering of her voice. I hated the feeling that I was the reason of her situation.
"Honey, is that you?"
"Yes mom, I'm sorry."
"Jamie! Don't be sorry. What happened to you? Where are you? I was so worried! Are you okay?"
"No mom, I'm not okay. I want to come home."
"Okay honey I'll come get you, where are you?"
"Thank you very much for taking care of my son."
"No, we should be the ones saying our thanks. We're so glad that your son was okay. By the way, I'm Jean, this is Rick, my husband, and this is Zack, our son."
"I'm Irene." I feel so much guilt. I could see the feeling of awkwardness in my mom. Like me, she felt out place. It must be so uncomfortable for her.
"Thank you very much for taking care of me. We should be going now."
"You sure? You know you and your mom can join us for breakfast. Right mother?" His smile was so deceitful. He looked like an angel, but on the inside, gah! he's so rotten. I hate him so much. That smile, and his beautiful emerald eyes, they're all part of his trickery. GAH!!
With gritted teeth, I responded, "No, we're fine. I think I need to rest for a little bit more in the comfort of my own home. Thanks for the offer though."
"If any problems arise, please don't be shy to call us. We were also at fault here and We will gladly help with any medical bills. It's the most that we can do." His dad was so unlike him, I can tellthat he was sincere with his words. He meant no harm, and most especially, he recognizes the mistake that his son had made.
"Thank you very much, we'll be going now." my mom replied with a smile in return.
The car ride back home was silent. My mom barely spoke. I guess it was quite peaceful. Wherever those people lived, they were so lucky. Any hint of city life was gone. All you can see was field of flowers, green trees, blue sky, and a glorious mountain in the background. They must really be rich.
"You sure? You know you and your mom can join us for breakfast. Right mother?" GAH!! Just the thought of him! I wanna crush him with my hands, if only it wasn't broken. If I ever see him again, I'm going to kill him. Seriously! GAH!
"Honey?"
"Hmm?"
"Your hand." She looked at it with such a sad expression that I felt even more guilt. She was looking forward to my performance this Friday, and it feels such a shame. I felt like I broke her heart.
"I know, the performance is this Friday. And I don't know If it will heal in time. I'm really sorry."
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." she replied with a sad smile.
Ding Dong
"James!! What happened to you?!"
"Collin . . ." I wasn't surprised to see him. I knew he would be here and I'm glad. "I'm sorry."
"Dude, why are you sorry?! I heard from your mom. I should be the one saying sorry! I shouldn't have left you. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not." I replied solemnly. "Some stupid 'narcissistic prince' hit me with his car last night. And look, my hand." I slowly raised my left hand for him to see. I don't know why I'm showing this to him. Perhaps, I long for his attention, even if it's only pity.
"It's broken . . . What about your performance?"
"I know." the gloom in my voice trailed off, and I'm sure he heard it.
"I'm sorry about what happened, but no use sulking over it. C'mon, let's go somewhere."
"I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to say no, I should rest for the rest of the day."
"Aww you poop . . . anyway, are you going to school tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well if you're not, I'll collect any works your teachers assigned, and I'll come over to visit you again." We said our goodbye's and I watched him as he rode his bike down the gray asphalt. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice how he blended in with the background so easily. The bland-colored houses lined the sides of the road, some trees here and there, and the green grass of the neighborhood's yards. Come to think of it, this place isn't that bad. It just needs a little bit of sunshine. I once heard that even one stream of sunlight is enough to make many shadows disappear. I guess that's what this place is missing, a piece of sunlight.
As I opened my eyes in the early hours of this Wednesday morning, I could see the fog outside my window. It seems like it's going to be a chilly day. I forced myself up and walked to the bathroom to do my daily routine. I looked at myself in the mirrow, and I saw the usual me staring right back. There wasn't any difference except for my injuries. I finished up what I had to do and started getting changed. I put some jeans on, a shirt, and a sweater that my mom had made for me on Christmas. I still felt a bit sick so I told my mom that I wouldn't be coming to school, but instead I would be going out a little bit later to get some fresh air. We ate breakfast together and she left to go to the hospital where she worked at. I was left by myself with nothing to do, so I decided to go back and have a little bit more sleep. I woke up around 10 a.m. and decided to go out. I really had no destination in minde. I allowed my feet to walk freely, soon I found myself in front of the park in our neighborhood. I lied down the grassy mold of earth and stared at the clouds in the sky. I saw some birds flying and thought how nice it is to be free like the birds. I took out my ipod from my pocket and played Clair de lune by Debussy. I allowed myself to get lost within the music, I allowed myself to find its soul, and I allowed myself to be trapped within its notes.
Yawn Finally school's over. Sigh it's so freaking boring. I don't even know why I have to stay in that hell hole for so many hours. Geez, I'd rather stay home.
"ZACK!!" Uh oh . . . here are those stupid fan girls. Gotta run. Geez, I know that I'm hot and all, but why do they chase me everywhere. I'm glad I'm home now.
"Sir, what would you like to eat for snacks?"
"Oh hi Linda, I'll handle it myself. Thanks though."
"Umm sir, I found this while cleaning your room." She handed me a piece of flyer that I've never seen before.
"This isn't m-"
Flyer: 25th Anniversary Performance
Friday 8:00 P.M.
Musical Plaza
"Hmm . . ."
As I ate the fruits from the fruit basket that Collin gave me today, I couldn't help but smile a little bit. He actually thought of me. He also gave me some medicine that would help relieve some pain. He can be very thoughtful when he wants to be. Haha. I'm glad that he actually cares for me. I have to get better fast. I need to perform for him on Friday. This is my chance to present my soul to him. I need to get better . . .
-End of Chapter Two
Author's Note: Hey you guys! Thank's for sticking with me. This chapter is a little bit longer than last time. I hope you enjoyed it. By the way my stories aren't as long as other writers because I'm trying to write and post stories faster, and obviously it'll affect the length. But if you think I should spend more time writing to make it long and post for longer periods of time, let me know. So if you read the first two chapters, i hope you enjoyed it. Please don't forget to leave me a message at loveshymn@gmail.com. I really truly appreciate all the words from my readers. You can say whatever, just let me know that my words are being read by people and not some robots. If you have any concerns, suggestions, tips, or just anything you want to happen with the story, I'll gladly consider it. So just email me, please! Haha, I sound so desperate, that's because I am! Seriously, I need people to talk to, I have no friends. Just kidding :)
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