DEVAN The coffee was bland. I was sure that I could make a better coffee than that. Although, I was very much aware that it wasn't supposed to be part of my diet, during the period of recuperation. However, I took it anyway, and immediately regretted. "You shouldn't take coffee." The doctor warned, walking into the room. "Oh, I wasn't." I denied, placing the cup away. "Anyways, how are you doing today, Devan?" I nodded, relaying my feelings to him without having to speak. "Never been better." I said, and he smiled. "At this rate, you'd be out of here in no time." He informed, and I felt my heart skip for joy. I was leaving finally. "That's great news, doctor." I said, and the doctor's smile broadened. "Let's hope you walk again soon, Devan. The world needs you on your feet." He said with hope, but I merely shrugged, and chose to focus on the present. "Do you really believe that?" I buzzed, as Robb's words resounded in my ears. Maybe, I shouldn't
ELLEN Perhaps, I was supposed to feel something, a slight touch of indifference perhaps, or something of that sort? But, at that point I felt none of the emotions that I was supposed to feel. What a sad way to end a beautiful story! Devan had clearly stated that he had no interest in me, and that was supposed to be great, right? I wasn't so sure anymore. This was the same kid I had tried to ward off severally, or tried to put him in his place. Yet, I still didn't know how to feel about him. Of course, I was well aware that nothing could work between us, and it wasn't like I had actually wanted that but... Unfortunately there had to be a but. An effing 'but' that wasn't even meant to be there in the first place! Blah! I strolled out of Devan's ward with Tommy clinging to my side annoyingly. I had so many questions that burned at my chest, but I hadn't been able to ask them, because I was going to get Devan more confused with everything going on. "Keep up.
DEVAN 'The truth' they say... Blah! That wasn't a catchy start. I stared out the window, with Miss Ellen's eyes fixed on me, as I made short drives around the room consciously. "What's going on?" I heard her ask, but I was too disturbed to pay any attention to her. "Are you alright, Devan?" I heard her ask again, but this time I didn't give her the silent treatment as always. Matter of factly, I did enjoy ignoring her anyways. That feeling of power that surged through me each time I let her questions, or remarks fall to the ground. It was electrifying! "I'm alright, ma'am. I just need some time to figure things out." She nodded, and returned to staring at me. I didn't know why she was so much interested in helping me though. She had told me of my interest in her, before I had gotten involved in that accident. Why I had been interested in my teacher, I couldn't tell. "Well then, I should leave you to it." She said, rising to her feet. I couldn't tell if s
FORTY TWO ELLEN There were times we did wish you had an answer to every question, but most times you didn't. Robb's fall, notes from a dead man, Cullen's mysterious plan; it all just seemed a little too much to grasp. I sighed, and gazed into the mirror, and the reflection that stared right back into my eyes. Terrifying, it was; the person that I had become. I couldn't recognise the woman who stared back at me. Phew! How delightful! Zach was seated on the bed, looking all glamoured up, and exquisite in his suit that evening. He had a book under his nose, and his eyes glancing briefly at me most of the time. I didn't pay any attention to him, as I applied a little makeup on my face. A little rouge to the cheeks, to give them a little colour, some eyeliner, and then some lipstick. Oh, dear! How dearly I wished for a break at that point. All these seemed naturally unnecessarily to me, but Zach wanted it, and that he was getting. "You should be quicker
DEVAN A wheelchair party was what we were having. I was across the table, with Lance at the other end, slurping his glass of water. I sat still, as I absorbed every moment of the evening. I hadn't been so long in a long time, and I really felt delighted to be out again after a long time. Was it really that long though? Somehow, Lance had managed to find a way for the both of us to sneak out of the hospital premises, without anyone knowing. He didn't seem like that kind of kid though. I mean, with his rounded glasses, a clean shaved head, and a face that seemed too innocent to cause any trouble, one could easily pass him off as being innocent of any crime he had committed. I took my eyes off Lance, and turned around to focus on all that there was to see. There was an organ playing in the background. A tune that I knew, now that was strange. "You should order something, Devan." He mumbled. "I'm not hungry, and besides I don't have cash on me." He chuc
ELLEN Suns streamed into the room through the window, and my eyes fluttered open, as the rays hit them. The room looked really different from what I was used to. Where was I? I found myself asking, as I sat up on the bed. How had I gotten here? And then, it hit me. I was at Big Joe's, and I had been here since the previous night. I had totally forgotten that I had come home with him. I rose to my feet, and stretched out, as I felt a sudden relief from my stressed joints. How long had it been since I had slept as peacefully as I had throughout the night? A year, or more? I didn't know. I strolled around the room, inhaling every moment of fresh air. This was all I had so longed for; peace. I walked to the door, and turned the door knob, as I stepped out of the room. "Hello," I called, walking about. I was aware that I wasn't supposed to touch, but I wanted to. "Is anyone home?" I called out again, but yet there was no reply. The ousd was eerily quiet, except
DEVAN A lunatic, was what he was. A raving mad lunatic. My eyes were fixed on him as he made his rounds around the room, in search of answers that I couldn't even see. I could see the desperation in his eyes, as he tore everything apart. It wasn't me he wanted, thankfully. Yet, why had he hurried down here immediately Miss Ellen had gone missing. I wanted him out as soon as possible. He wasn't one to mess around with, and he had made that clear, when he had yanked me by my hair, spitting into my face, as he asked the same bouts of questions; the whereabouts of Miss Ellen. "Listen now boy, where did she say she was leaving to?" If only I knew where she was, I sure would have given the answer to him already. I was ready to give anything for him to leave. He wasn't a kind one, as sincerely it did seem like he had lost it already. "For the umpteenth time, Zach, I do not know where she is. I'm not a bodyguard, I am crippled." "It's high time you accepted that
ELLEN A long wait, and the darkness as company. I had stayed up all through the night, waiting, and hoping B.J was alive. But still, there was still no sign of Big Joe yet. A few brief sleeps, and I was up again, and pacing about the room. It felt so wrong to be asleep, when I hadn't heard from Big Joe, or about their whereabouts. I sank into a couch wearily. Slowly, I had begun to tire out, and that wasn't nice. I rested my head against the couch yawning tiredly, maybe I needed a little sleep. Just a little though. I held my eyes open for a minute, and tried to blink hard to take out the sleep, but I knew I was going to give in soon. I closed my eyes, and yawned again. I wasn't going to be able to hold it in, as long enough as I had hoped to. This was it, I was finally going to doze off. And then, there was a loud honk just outside the door, and I jumped to my feet, and hurried to the window. I drew the curtains aside warily, and peeped through them. It wa