I’m okay. Everything will be okay.
I’m feeling better already, even as I’m wheeled through the hospital. I’ll get up and go back to Carrie as soon as they leave me alone. As soon as we pass the people sobbing and moaning. People bleeding and holding onto one another for support. Glaring. Caring. Suspicious. Every face a new emotion. Every emotion has its reason.
The lights above are blinding and bright. They make my eyes hurt, so I close them. Just for a little while. I won’t go to sleep though. Because I need to leave.
I can hear the world still continuing on around me. Doctors and nurses doing their jobs. Patients and victims all doing theirs. My body is cold, and then it’s too warm, but I don’t pull off the blanket that’s just been laid over me. I leave it where it is because I’m tired and comfy. And I haven’t slept in a really long time.
Almost two days, possibly. Maybe more.
Everything is a blur.
Each day has morphed into the other.
Each morph makes less sense than the last.
How did I get here, and when can I go home? Is my mom coming to get me?
I am a good boy,I think as I look at the blurry world around me.
“I am a good boy,” I say, adamant in my conviction.
At least, I was good until I wasn’t.
Right up to the point that I picked up the knife.
Then I wasn’t very good anymore. And I knew everything had changed forever.
I saw the fear in his eyes. And I saw the wonder in hers.
“I’ll always protect you, Carrie,” I say. And I mean it now like I meant it then.I’ll always protect you, my Carrie.
