Part 13

                                    

                                          
I watched her plummet to the ground, I stood speechless and motionless. I couldn't help her, I could only watch. Not knowing how to react or what my next action should be.
                          
I ran down to her as I called the medical team, they rushed her inside. A broken rib, broken leg, and her back was pretty damaged, but she was still alive.
                          
I couldn't believe what just happened. How could I be so helpless? I had just stood and watched as my sister tried to end her life. Why didn't I jump out for her or plead to her more?
                          
She had multiple surgeries that night, back to back. I waited for her to wake, sitting in a chair that laid across from her bed.
                          
She was hooked up on multiple tubes and an iv that all connected to a monitor. The monitor had a beeping noise that represented her heart beat, a stable and content noise. But still, it felt like I was the one who was tied down, like I had those tubes and monitors surrounding me. 
                          
I sat at her bedside and her eyes flicked open. 
                          
I started to mumble to myself, not noticing her eyes had opened "This is such a weird nightmare. It's not like the other ones I've been having..."
                          
I took a deep breath as I recalled those terrible nights "Usually it's Sasha dying when after she chased me. But now... she tried to kill herself and Hollie is floating?" 
                          
I shook my head, trying no to cry "This is such a weird nightmare. I can't wait for it all to be over and wake up. I wish I could see her longer but I hate seeing her in this state" I lowered my head, trying to forget the past few hours.
                          
"I'll probably try to fix my arm again... or maybe continue with my plan to see the stars" I closed my eyes and pictured the moon, my friend who hid so much from me but was always there. I would believe the lies the moon told me but I would ignore the things they hid.
                          
"My brain is really messed up... it's okay... I'll wake up and sit by the river. I'll wait for my dear friend, Moon, to join me... maybe I'll start counting the days again" 
                          
My face went dim but quickly brightened up as I spoke once more "Maybe I'll finally get that writing off my arm, see my family again. I really miss them" Sasha grabbed my hand and tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. 
                          
"At least I got to see her again" I smile and look out the window, seeing the vast city skyline. A horizon filled with possibilities, yet mine only had one.
                          
Sasha looked over at me with dismay written on her face "I swear on my life that this is real" 
                          
I brought my gaze back over to my sister "I really wish it was Sasha... I've missed you so much" 
                          
I looked down but she pulled my chin up in anguish and desperation "Look at me! You have to stop this! It's real... all of it. Would I ever lie to you?" 
                          
I smiled and squeezed her hand, knowing that the amazing Sasha Riley Rushman would never hurt me like that "You wouldn't... but this is crazy I mean..."
                          
My voice broke as my nose and eyes became red, signaling tears to fall down "You... you died"
                          
She responded, reassuring me with hope "Come on, why don't you believe this? I mean, we live in a world with heroes and villains and aliens..."
                          
A small chuckle exited my mouth, without permission "Yeah... we do. But Sasha? What if my mind is playing tricks on me? What if this is just another stupid nightmare? Just an illusion, a symbol for me to examine..."  
                          
My face was bleak, not wanting my words to be true but knowing that they probably were.
                          
"I can promise you it's not" she spoke in a cheerful tone. 
                          
But isn't that exactly what I would need to hear? Hear her voice again and hear the hopefulness as she spoke? 
                          
I kissed her forehead "I really hope this is real... I've been so lonely" 
                          
I held onto her hand tighter, replaying the past few months in my head "I've been alone with only my thoughts... no one to talk to" I began to lightly cry 
                          
"I think I've gone crazy" I lightly chuckled through my sorrows. 
                          
It's true, I couldn't tell what was real anymore, I would have flashbacks that were not completely put together, I heard voices in my head. 
                          
"No... you're not crazy" She whispered in the cold and empty room. Her words bouncing from corner to corner, spreading through the room like a wildfire. 
                          
I had really remembered this room pretty well, I knew every nook and cranny of this compound... even in my dreams. 
                          
"Please just believe that this is real Pete" She spoke in a gentle and light tone as she cried alongside me
                          
The crazy things we had been through, the adventures, the heartbreaks, the lonely nights. The stories we could tell of our lives...
                          
How I missed hugging her, watching movies, making cookies, playing games, sharing secrets.
                          
I pulled her into a hug "I'm trying Sash... I'm trying really hard" My voice got softer through each word. 
                          
"I hate seeing you at war with your head" She whispered back at me.
                          
"Love you Sasha" I spoke in desperation and distress.
                          
"Love you too Peter" She whispered back to me, echoing in my head.
                          
And with that moment, the moment of hearing my sincere sister, I was pulled out of this fantasy world. 
                          
A world that my brain had used as a torture device.
                          
I didn't wake in the cabin, but to a cold and dreary room.
                          
I feel small tubes in my nose, assisting me in my breath. I feel a weighted blanket hold my body in a warm and safe spot.
                          
My eyes flicker open and I see the light blue painted walls and medium sized window that I remembered so well. I could actually see things perfectly, they weren't fogged anymore. They stood still, crystal clear.
                          
A man sits in the corner, reading a magazine. Scars run up and down his body. His soft eyes scanning the pages of the paper book in his hands. His gentle and scarred lips mumbled unreadable words. 
                          
Was this the man in my dream? Yes he looked a little different, he didn't have any hair now and was covered in scars but I recognized him- even more than I did before. 
                          
A monitor was hooked up to me, making a beeping noise to show my heart rate, it began to pace before slowing again. 
                          
He saw my minor movements and rushed over to me. 
                          
His deep and sweet voice filled my ears with a divine beauty, an orchestra playing in my head that I never wanted to end. "Peter?!"
                          
My eyes opened fully and got a better view of his gorgeous face. My memory finally intack, I remembered his name. I remembered him
                          
"Wade?" I smiled, remembering my love for him. I remembered every second of our relationship, of my boyfriend. 
                          
He put his hand over his mouth and began to tear up. 
                          
"What happened to me?" I asked him, confused on what exactly had transpired over the past few months- if it was months. I knew that this was real, that everything I had been stuck in was a dream world.
                          
"You went into a coma, Petey" My eyes widened. 
                          
My thoughts went wild, but soon went calm. Knowing that this was the calm after the storm.
                          
That I was finally back with my family again.
                          
He pushed a button that laid by my side, signalling a nurse to come check on me. And to my surprise a familiar figure entered the room with the nurse.
                          
Sasha.
                          
I reached out for his hand and he held on tight. 
                          
"I love you Wade" I whispered with my face stretched out from the huge smile on my face.