Your Eyes

A Story by Fire&Rayne

We met in kindergarten. We were best friends. I was her protector. Always looking after her. I'd stand up for her whenever anyone said something about her. One day I found her crying, she was in floods of tears. I was suspended for a week after I beat up the kid that upset her. No one was too happy with me for that.

She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why. I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it. She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny. We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,

"I like your eyes."

It always made me smile, no matter what. She always made me feel so happy, even if I was on the verge of killing someone. Sammi was the only person that could stop me when I got angry. She was amazing.

One day, I was playing basketball, I was waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me. Suddenly, I got a phone call. It was her mom. She was in a panic. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying.
"Darren, come quick! Main Street! Sammi had an accident! There's blood. Come here now!"
I had no clue what happened, so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on. I ran, I was panting and huffing I saw Sammi's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.

Then I saw her. Sammi.

My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.
"Sam? Sam! Sammi?!"

She was unconscious. I started crying. I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it. Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away, the main source of blood was her head. Her blood was pouring out. Her hair was matted and bloodied. She didn't look like the girl I knew, the girl I loved. She looked small.

I went to the hospital that night, in fact, I went every night. The only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it. I wouldn't leave her. I had to be there. The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused. It was all my fault.If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her, she wouldn't be going through this.

It was already four days, and she hadn't woken up. On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open. Her beautiful eyes.
"Sammi?" I called.
She wasn't quite awake yet.

Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside. I did, for a few hours. The longest hours of my life. One of the doctors finally came out. He was a bald middle aged man. A little pudgy around the waist. He said;
"I understand that you're Sammi's friend, Darren?"
"Yes," I whispered, dreading the news he would give me, yet craving it too. He bit his lip and gave me a weak smile.
"She woke up, she's fine, but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."
"Are you serious?" I almost shouted. I could feel the tears coming. I could feel the anger rising.
"I'm afraid so."
I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't. The tears were about to fall.
I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.
"You can go see her if you want, but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mother."
I walked in, trembling in horror. I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept. I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again. Her beautiful eyes. I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out. Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered;

"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."

We're getting married in two weeks.