• Part two

    In fact, I wasn't the beautiful, brave, intelligent girl that gets they guy at all. I was in distress, weak, and surrounded by depression. That's when I started having suicidal thoughts. For the first time in my life, I wasn't caught up in the moment or being my usual perky self. I had no clue what to do. The only possible way to escape would be to escape life.

    I had no other family members besides my dad. My dad I hadn't seen in thirteen years, when he took his fancy sportscar and blonde secretary and moved out to California. If he heard about what happened and somehow stopped thinking of himself and offered to shelter me, there would be no way I would except.

    It had always just been my mom and I. Now it was just me, alone in the world. I started weeping again, so hard that I was shaking. What does a girl do in this situation? Was what I was thinking when I heard a sound behind me. I looked back, expecting a terrified nurse to be coming to check on the possessed, crazy teen. Instead I saw Bradin, again. I wiped the tears away hastily and tried to resume the composure of calminess, before I realized he couldn't see me anyway. His green eyes did find me though, and they looked caring. I let out a shaky breath and asked what he wanted.

    "I, I was just checking to see if you were alright and to tell you that you should probably go back to bed before the nurses come in and start freaking out," he replied, giving a little smile towards the end. I tried to pull myself together and followed him out of the tiny bathroom. I got to my hospital bed and sat down, staring at the white tiled floor. Bradin felt his way to his bed and sat down too on his bed, right across from me.

    I felt like I should be saying something to explain my behavior, but he didn't ask and I didn't want to share. So instead, trying to distract myself from going back into the state of depression I had just been in, tried to start up a conversation. I crossed my arms and rubbed my shoulders nervously.

    "So, what are you in for?" I asked, still staring at the tiled floor. He smiled and replied,

    "murder, theft, and trying to assassin the president."

    I stared at him trying to figure out what the heck he was talking about before I got the joke. That's when I did something that I thought I would never be able to do just five minutes ago. I smiled. And, I even gave a little laugh too before saying,

    "Okay, well, I should rephrase that. I mean, why are you in the hospital? Like, what's wrong with you?"

    "Oh, haha that makes more sense. I'm here for an operation on my eyes. I'm going to be in an experimental study for a new sort of incession that could cure my type of eye diagnois. In fact, I'm due for the operation room this evening," he answered smiling.

    "Oh, that's great. So by tomorrow you'll be able to see again?"

    "Nah, I wish it was that simple and easy though. I will have to wear these eye patch things for six weeks to two months," he shrugged.

    "I bet your excited though right?" I asked. He grinned and nodded like some five year old kid who was about to get a room full of candy. Then a few minutes of awkward silence fell as we both thought of everything the future would be holding for us. He had hope, I had despair. I cleared my throat and nervously asked,

    "B-by the way, how did you, you know, lose your vision?" I asked because I was actually honestly curious. Atleast my self-pity had subsided so I could be curious about something besides my own emotions. That was a good sign.

    "Oh... well I was in a car crash, like you. I wasn't your age though, I was fifteen. My...my parents were with me too. But, I was the luckiest I guess..." he trailed off towards the end.

    I stared at him, and it was like one of those life moments you know? My curiousity with this guy grew at that moment too. It was like there was a sudden little hope that jumped in my heart. If this guy could still smile about being blind and losing both parents, I guess maybe I could too. I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it, then sighed and said,

    "Woa, that's unexpected. You know, I never would've know. You smile too much and look too happy. How do you get through it all?"

    He contemplated my question for a long time before answering, "I don't know. It wasn't easy at first, in fact I hated life so much, but someone made me realize that I must have been given back my life for a reason, and well... I just sort of took that idea and fed off of it. Actually, I still haven't figured out why I'm exactly still alive, but the idea helps," he shrugged. I smiled again and nodded. If anything was going to help me to live on, this guy would help. He got me, he got what I was going through, maybe I could talk to him more about it. All I knew was I needed some support until I could get back on my feet. I felt another jump of hope in my chest, it was amazing how it had grew there. I mean, just ten minutes ago I was in a state of depression. It was even more amazing when the hope went crashing down again.

    You see, a nurse walked in, followed by...my dad.