Chapter Eighteen: ReconciledA Chapter by Joshua DonahueForbidden. Evan is shattered by the death of Summer, but can a miracle happen?
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Chapter Eighteen Reconciled She---She was actually dead. How was it possible? Was it even possible? It couldn’t be! I
didn’t want it to be, at least. I just couldn’t even believe it with my own
eyes. I blinked several times, feeling a warm substance cloud my vision as I
saw before me the empty body of the girl I cared about. I--- Emotions swirled
in me like a whirlpool. Fury. Grief. Heartache. It was all there, fighting over
the lead role in my body. But the truth was they all were leaders in me now;
they had won the war…and I had lost to their undefeatable power. I turned on the
audience full of females behind me, and they all looked at me, their own eyes
red and puffy from crying. “Get out!” I
bellowed. “Now, look here,
you mutt. I---” Rose started. “Get. Out. Now.”
My voice was so hostile that I had no delicate feelings left; I had no intentions
of being polite anymore. However, only a
few of the females shuffled towards the door, but that wasn’t fast enough. I morphed into a
wolf, and I let loose the most deafening and unwelcoming roar I could muster,
causing them to speed up their pace. Within seconds, the room was clear. I slammed the
door behind them and locked it in human form, with the substance that was clouding
up my eyes now streaming down my cheeks. I went over to
Summer and kneeled beside her, gripping her hand tightly as possible, but not
strong enough to do damage. Even though she
couldn’t hear my voice, I said, “Please, Summer. Please, wake up. You have to
wake up. Please!” No response. “Summer, I---Summer,
you can’t die! I need you! I---I---Summer…” I rested my head on her side, and I
wept carelessly. There’s no way in hell she’s dead, I thought. But it didn’t
matter what I thought, because she was still dead. She wasn’t moving or even
breathing because she was still dead. Her body had been robbed of its soul by
Death’s all-too-willing claws of pain and suffering. All that remained was her
hollow shell, waiting to dissolve in the wind. Was it Death’s
fault, though? Or was it all on my shoulders? While getting my
legs out of their aching cramp, I hit something that rolled across the floor:
the tube---it had not broken. I looked away from it for a second, feeling the
urge to want to fling it outside and smash it against a nearby tree because the
mission for it was all in vain. My life
was all in vain. But like a light
bulb that had seemed to burn out ages ago, my hope lit back up to a small
degree. I snatched the bottle up from the floor, and I reached across the stand
beside me, knocking over many objects, trying in a hurry to grab the empty cup
I saw. I poured as much
of the fluid as I could manage into the cup, filling it up. I reached over and
propped Summer’s head up, and, letting it flow freely downwards, I transferred
some of it down her throat. Nothing happened
for a few seconds, so I waited a little longer. Still nothing
occurred. And just as
quick as my light bulb had lit up, it burnt out again. Summer wasn’t going to
come back. Ever. It didn’t matter if I freaked out again and I started punching
a hole in every wall I saw, or if I ran through the forest screaming, Summer
Hope was going to remain lifeless just as I had found her. I let her hand
go. Slowly, I fell to the floor beside her, with my head residing on the mattress.
I felt weakened---like a huge, black void had just been created where my heart
once was; the gap would just continue to grow until it consumed me entirely.
There was no way to get some tape and scissors to patch it up again. It would
never be fixed. My heart was gone, along with Summer. My body felt
weak, like I hadn’t eaten in days. Everything I touched seemed to have little
meaning because I could feel everything going numb inside my body. My muscles
couldn’t be called muscles anymore because they would no longer work. I
couldn’t move or speak if my own life depended on it. I was frozen. Along with my
heart and body, my brain was scrambled and focused at the same time. I couldn’t
think of anything other than: Summer…Summer…Summer….
I couldn’t think about anything else because truthfully, none of it really
mattered now. Everything
felt…odd---like it was all out of place, like none of it really belonged. Like I didn’t really belong---at least, not
without Summer. But there was nothing I could do now. I no longer had a wise
plan that would follow through and get me what I wanted. I no longer had a
sudden idea or solution on how to fix things. I no longer had Summer. I was empty-handed,
empty-minded, and empty-hearted. So I just sat motionless,
my eyes prettified into space, staring forward---it was all a blur, meaningless,
misrepresented, and insignificant to me. “Ev---Evan,” a
faint whisper croaked from up above my head. It seemed to
take me a whole minute realize what the voice said, seeing as how I was off in
my own world at the moment. Without another
delay into my world of darkness, lost, and pity, I exited it and entered back
into reality, quickly rising from the floor, and onto my knees to overlook
Summer. She was
breathing softly and smoothly like a normal person, with a few minor recovery
coughs. She looked healthier than she had. She looked…alive! A grin appeared
on my lips, as the salty water that had leaked from me before was now falling
out of joy instead of pain. I leaned over the bed and kissed Summer dead on the
lips; she returned it just as slickly. Her lips felt warm and a little dry from
her previous condition, but I didn’t mind. All that counted was the fact that
she was alive and would be back in no time. Leaning back
from our kiss, I handed her another cup full of the antidote. I told her to
drink it all just in case, and she did so. The she stared at me. Her stare
withheld unknown decisions, memories, and emotions. I longed more than anything
to know about that unknown part of her, but I recalled the fact that she had
shut me out from her life. My job was done, so I needed to leave. “Well, I guess I
better---” But before I
could finish my sentence, I felt Summer’s lips embracing mine as she kissed me
so delicately, yet, with immense force. “Stay. Please,”
she pleaded as she broke our intertwinement. I laid myself
down beside her on the bed. We both
positioned ourselves to face each other directly, face-to-face. Like this, we remained
motionless, staring at one another and relishing the pleasant, unhurried
moment. I finally spoke.
“Summer, why did you---” “Why did I tell
you that I never wanted to see you again?” she asked to see if that was my question. “Well, yeah.” “Luke and Derek
told me to do it. I never wanted to really do it, Evan. I swear. They told me
that you might have a hard time letting go of me since we are forbidden from
seeing each other, so they told me to lie so that it would be easier for you. But,
Evan, I never meant to hurt you. I swear it!” I believed her. But just as I
believed her, ferocity built up inside of me. I was pissed off. Not at her, of
course, but at my two cousins, Luke and Derek, who had something special coming
their way soon. But at the
moment, I pushed it aside temporarily so I could enjoy time with Summer, alone
in her room.
© 2010 Joshua DonahueAuthor's Note
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