Post by walktherainbows on Apr 9, 2012 4:35:15 GMT -5
Thank you so much SomethingAboutTheStars! You stuck with me for so long ;D Here you go! The next chapter! Sorry it took me a long time
'I cannot believe how beautiful this song is Dee...' Greyson said right after he finished playing one of the pieces, as the last note faded away. I sat there and nodded numbly as i stared at one of the pieces my father wrote for me, my fingers poised on the keys ready to play.
The reason why i didn't play was because it reminded me of how much i loved playing on my piano,which i didn't have anymore..it slipped through my fingers like water, like he was..My thoughts stopped when i felt Greyson's firm hand on my shoulder.
It was then when i realized how close Greyson was, i could feel him watching me with those eyes. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I scooted a little so that there was space before looking at him and those eyes.
Instantly, i knew i had to do something. An idea came to me, and before i lost my courage i tried to make him see how i felt,how mixed up and muddled i was about my feelings for him, tried to ask him a question without saying it out by staring long and hard at him.
He answered that question by leaning forward, making all the blood in the world rush into my cheeks but when his lips were inches away the door banged open revealing a sad looking Mrs Jones.
I stood up quickly the same time he did but not before I felt the blush creep up my cheeks and looked at Mrs Jones properly.She didn't seem to notice anything, or even that i was in this room,I could see that she had been crying although not that much. The aura she radiated was like a thick mist trapping us in it because a minute later i felt her sadness.
'What's wrong?' I asked. She didn't answer she just looked at me with her wide eyes, a tear escaped and slipped down her soft wrinkled pale cheek. She didn't brush it away, her arms lay stiffly by her sides.
I knew something was very wrong immediately. I looked at Greyson but he was focused on his grandmother. 'Your mother..' She started, grabbing his shoulders almost roughly before weakening as Greyson cut her off.
'My mother?' He asked her urgently. She just hung her head, shaking it vigorously.
'WHAT??' I nearly yelled.
I looked at Greyson again and i could see that his mouth was in a tight, grim line.
She whispered it but to me it was too loud, her words swirling like a thick ,unpleasant fog ringing in our ears. I knew it was worse for Greyson because right after she said it every fiber of my being stood still, but i had found the energy to take one last look at the happy Greyson, the carefree one i knew and what i saw made me change everything i thought about him.
I finally got why he was always acting so happy.
He's holding it together ,I'm guessing some accident made him weak, trying to smoothed out old cracks, make them disappear but one little tap and he would come crashing down.
He stared blankly at Mrs Jones and said four bleak words that sent chills down my spine.
'Take me to her.'
White. So white, so..plain. I thought as i walked on the shiny white tiled floor, my sneakers making soft taps on the floor. The hall ways were silent, i could hear myself breathing. I shoved my right hand casually into the pockets of my old jeans, something i usually did when i was uncomfortable.
Mrs Jones sighed beside me, her gaze on the white tiled floor. A loose grey curl fell out of her usually neat bun, which was messy now. She didn't bother to brush it back in the quick manner she usually did.
Realizing that i was staring at Mrs Jones, i turned my gaze to the depressingly white walls. The plastic bag full of groceries jingled as i walked. As we walked pass a shiny white door, i heard a faint laugh coming from the inside.
Who could laugh in such a place? It was like a depressing white prison. I thought, staring at the white door as if it would magically open for me.
Of course, it didn't. I turned my thoughts somewhere else by looking at the shiny numbers that were stamped to each door, reciting them in my head as i walked until we came to the right one.
When we did, i knocked softly on the white door, waiting for the door to be opened. I heard the lock click open and the door swing inwards ,revealing a exhausted looking Greyson. He had bags under his eyes and his silky brown hair was mused.
He stepped aside so that we could enter, first me followed by Mrs Jones. I walked inside and placed the plastic bag on the dull table.
I emptied it out, arranging the stuff neatly on the table.
'Thanks Dee, thanks a lot, i need to get my mom to eat, she wouldn't touch the hospital food.' Greyson said to me, shaking his head, his mouth a grim line.
'Then i'm sure she eat these right up. She loves these' I said, smiling a little, holding up a crumpled paper bag. I shook it a little so that he knew what i was holding. Despite all of this, he managed to give me a small smile, a shadow of how he smiled usually.
He gently took the paper bag from me and opened it, facing his mom.
I looked at Greyson's mom.
When i saw her, lying helplessly on the spotless white bed, all i felt was sadness. She looked so..different and unlike the lady i knew many months ago.
I knew her as a lively, quirky person with so much life in her. She used to have healthy skin that glowed and sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks with curly thick brown hair.
Now, all i see is paper thin skin, i could point out the veins and blank eyes staring at the ceiling, her lips thin and cracked. Her hands were still at her sides, her hair limp and thin.
Greyson touched a button at the side of the bed and the bed moved, making her sit up. He took out one oatmeal cookie and put it near her mouth, waiting for her to open up and eat it. She didn't even glance at him. She just kept staring and staring at the ceiling.
'Mom, please, Greyson begged, 'Eat the cookie mom, you need it.'
She didn't nod or shake her head she just ignored him. He tried coaxing her to eat it but she wouldn't open up or even respond.
As i watched them, i could see that Greyson had been trying this for a long time, failing to do make her eat every single time, this meant that she hadn't eaten anything since she was whizzed to the hospital after she passed out.
I had never seen him like this. Frustration was written all over his face, but he was still patient and calm with her, but i could sense him breaking.
I turned away, i couldn't bear to see it. It was like she had already lost the will to live. I knew it was hard but i knew i could not feel what he felt now, so i didn't try. I knew Greyson wouldn't like that.
'Take me home.'
It took me by surprise. I turned to see Greyson's mom in the same position she was before but i knew it was she that had spoken.
'I cannot believe how beautiful this song is Dee...' Greyson said right after he finished playing one of the pieces, as the last note faded away. I sat there and nodded numbly as i stared at one of the pieces my father wrote for me, my fingers poised on the keys ready to play.
The reason why i didn't play was because it reminded me of how much i loved playing on my piano,which i didn't have anymore..it slipped through my fingers like water, like he was..My thoughts stopped when i felt Greyson's firm hand on my shoulder.
It was then when i realized how close Greyson was, i could feel him watching me with those eyes. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I scooted a little so that there was space before looking at him and those eyes.
Instantly, i knew i had to do something. An idea came to me, and before i lost my courage i tried to make him see how i felt,how mixed up and muddled i was about my feelings for him, tried to ask him a question without saying it out by staring long and hard at him.
He answered that question by leaning forward, making all the blood in the world rush into my cheeks but when his lips were inches away the door banged open revealing a sad looking Mrs Jones.
I stood up quickly the same time he did but not before I felt the blush creep up my cheeks and looked at Mrs Jones properly.She didn't seem to notice anything, or even that i was in this room,I could see that she had been crying although not that much. The aura she radiated was like a thick mist trapping us in it because a minute later i felt her sadness.
'What's wrong?' I asked. She didn't answer she just looked at me with her wide eyes, a tear escaped and slipped down her soft wrinkled pale cheek. She didn't brush it away, her arms lay stiffly by her sides.
I knew something was very wrong immediately. I looked at Greyson but he was focused on his grandmother. 'Your mother..' She started, grabbing his shoulders almost roughly before weakening as Greyson cut her off.
'My mother?' He asked her urgently. She just hung her head, shaking it vigorously.
'WHAT??' I nearly yelled.
I looked at Greyson again and i could see that his mouth was in a tight, grim line.
She whispered it but to me it was too loud, her words swirling like a thick ,unpleasant fog ringing in our ears. I knew it was worse for Greyson because right after she said it every fiber of my being stood still, but i had found the energy to take one last look at the happy Greyson, the carefree one i knew and what i saw made me change everything i thought about him.
I finally got why he was always acting so happy.
He's holding it together ,I'm guessing some accident made him weak, trying to smoothed out old cracks, make them disappear but one little tap and he would come crashing down.
He stared blankly at Mrs Jones and said four bleak words that sent chills down my spine.
'Take me to her.'
White. So white, so..plain. I thought as i walked on the shiny white tiled floor, my sneakers making soft taps on the floor. The hall ways were silent, i could hear myself breathing. I shoved my right hand casually into the pockets of my old jeans, something i usually did when i was uncomfortable.
Mrs Jones sighed beside me, her gaze on the white tiled floor. A loose grey curl fell out of her usually neat bun, which was messy now. She didn't bother to brush it back in the quick manner she usually did.
Realizing that i was staring at Mrs Jones, i turned my gaze to the depressingly white walls. The plastic bag full of groceries jingled as i walked. As we walked pass a shiny white door, i heard a faint laugh coming from the inside.
Who could laugh in such a place? It was like a depressing white prison. I thought, staring at the white door as if it would magically open for me.
Of course, it didn't. I turned my thoughts somewhere else by looking at the shiny numbers that were stamped to each door, reciting them in my head as i walked until we came to the right one.
When we did, i knocked softly on the white door, waiting for the door to be opened. I heard the lock click open and the door swing inwards ,revealing a exhausted looking Greyson. He had bags under his eyes and his silky brown hair was mused.
He stepped aside so that we could enter, first me followed by Mrs Jones. I walked inside and placed the plastic bag on the dull table.
I emptied it out, arranging the stuff neatly on the table.
'Thanks Dee, thanks a lot, i need to get my mom to eat, she wouldn't touch the hospital food.' Greyson said to me, shaking his head, his mouth a grim line.
'Then i'm sure she eat these right up. She loves these' I said, smiling a little, holding up a crumpled paper bag. I shook it a little so that he knew what i was holding. Despite all of this, he managed to give me a small smile, a shadow of how he smiled usually.
He gently took the paper bag from me and opened it, facing his mom.
I looked at Greyson's mom.
When i saw her, lying helplessly on the spotless white bed, all i felt was sadness. She looked so..different and unlike the lady i knew many months ago.
I knew her as a lively, quirky person with so much life in her. She used to have healthy skin that glowed and sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks with curly thick brown hair.
Now, all i see is paper thin skin, i could point out the veins and blank eyes staring at the ceiling, her lips thin and cracked. Her hands were still at her sides, her hair limp and thin.
Greyson touched a button at the side of the bed and the bed moved, making her sit up. He took out one oatmeal cookie and put it near her mouth, waiting for her to open up and eat it. She didn't even glance at him. She just kept staring and staring at the ceiling.
'Mom, please, Greyson begged, 'Eat the cookie mom, you need it.'
She didn't nod or shake her head she just ignored him. He tried coaxing her to eat it but she wouldn't open up or even respond.
As i watched them, i could see that Greyson had been trying this for a long time, failing to do make her eat every single time, this meant that she hadn't eaten anything since she was whizzed to the hospital after she passed out.
I had never seen him like this. Frustration was written all over his face, but he was still patient and calm with her, but i could sense him breaking.
I turned away, i couldn't bear to see it. It was like she had already lost the will to live. I knew it was hard but i knew i could not feel what he felt now, so i didn't try. I knew Greyson wouldn't like that.
'Take me home.'
It took me by surprise. I turned to see Greyson's mom in the same position she was before but i knew it was she that had spoken.