Music is an odd thing. To me, it is a simply a way to help me come p with answers., but for there's, it could be something that makes up the majority of their lives, or be just a simply pass time. Strange, I know. But in a way, I guess it should be expected.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsToKio4pti
I'm not the most sociable of people...in fact, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't really bother much with others as I do my sleep. They say a relationship is a two way thing, and I completely agree.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2noU2w6ya
I don't bother with some else, and they don't bother with me. Such an agreeable relationship, don't you agree. If not, then so be it. My thoughts are the only thing that matter to me.
However...I guess it was thanks to that attitude that I never got any visitors once I landed in the hostpital. And as expected, it was dull there. Extremely dull...I'd comment more on this dreary place, but then I realized that I was on a word limit here.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbKX4xte4k
Oh how I despise word limits.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7ug077Dsp
Anywho, with no social interaction, I guess it was expected that I would be befuddled–not frightened, when some odd girl popped out of nowhere and into my room. Saddly to say, I was dragged into her pace considering the lack of immunity I have for her types...or any types in actuality–wasn't there some regulation against this sort of thing!
Only people I've met where those who didn't bother with loners, and unfortunately, she was the type the wanted to be friends with everyone she meets. And considering I was the new guy, I was designated as her next victim.
...I'm no one's victim! If anything it's the other way around!
But I digress...she was a begrudgingly welcomed visitor, and I say that reluctantly. Being bored in this building sizes coffin probably scrambled my brain, but...I guess it was nice.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOg7rKe5fns
I've pretty much given up on the idea of keeping her away when she kept coming day in and out. She was like an excitable puppy, and I told her exactly that.
...then I said I preferred cats, and the...fun...yes, I guess you could call it that, began. She was...bright...and not in the smart way. She would always be smiling, and her utmost silly nature would always amuse me somehow. Cynically, like always, I would sometimes think that this was all but a facade. That there was no way a person as bright as her could possibly exist.
The other patients did though, and slowly, but surely, as the days went. I found that I didn't really care.
She was the only one who ever visited me. Always at the exact same time, of not earlier when she has the chance.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98IK0ubqBB
Good Kitty, I would always tell her. I was especially amused when she'd swipe my hand away from petting her head.
Call it the loniless speaking if you will, but, frankly, she was the most amusing person I'd happen to pass by in my life. So by the time I was checked out, it was only natural that I'd visit her in the hostpital. At the start of visiting hours though, considering they would allow me any further.
Such insolence they had for one such as me, but I kept quiet. Wouldn't due to be kicked out before I met her.
Repaying my dues, I would tell her. She would simply giggle like always, saying such barbarous things like how I liked being around her.
Just for amusement, I would always say, but she would never believe me. Such nerve this woman has! Such emotions were beyond me!1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNUD8p2Lg6
...and I guess it was because of that mindset, that I find myself so conflicted.
I do not socialize...ever. Everyone around me should be dull and grey, nothing more and nothing less. Not bright and cheery with floppy pink bunnies hopping in the background.
What's more, I would never bother to go to a hostpital willingly just to visit a girl. It just wasn't me.
...so why was I?
Why had I been conversing with the girl right after I had been checked out? There should have been no reason to, but I come anyway.
She confuses me, and I hate it when she's all giggles and bubbles because it makes me feel odd, and–and–and confused! I hate it even more when's she's down and sad because then I'd be feeling an awful sensation in the black, shriveled up raising I call a heart! I even downright despise when she's acts all knowing and understanding, no matter how rare, and with that soft-spoken smile dancing on her succulent lips...THIS IS BRAINWASHING I SAY!
And in the end, just like the days when she was the one visiting me in the hospital, she would be humming, if not writing some odd songs on a notebook she pulls out of...somewhere.
But I guess this would be the reason why I started this entire rant with Music of all things. Because that's all she would talk about when I somehow got her going. She spoke about it was some strange passion, and how she loved it because it could bring a person's true self out.
...odd, but I didn't question it. I was usually staring in amusement, because no matter how short it's been since we've met, she was always filled with so much...life when speaking about it.
...the compete opposite when it came to someone like me, so it was yet another unique experience. Unique, but not unwlecomed. I...liked it when she was so full of life, dare he say. I didn't know why she was still in the hospital, and I was too much of a coward to ask, because there was always that shred of intuition that told him it could've been something serious.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TVGPAuPoj
And alongside it, as the days passed, an emotion called fear grew up with it. I liked it when she was full of life, and I knew how people looked when they were drained of it. Imagining her like that frightened him, and said emotion grew, causing the unasked question to be constantly pushed back.
I guess I was nothing but a coward.
Ater all, it was soon after that everything went wrong.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3krLmXxfKM
One day, just when visiting hours were about to end, she started an odd topic around dreams. That she would one day create a song straight from her soul. A song that would explain who she truly was as a person, and that the first person she sang it too would be special.
She was a romantic like that, and on a completely unrelated note, I had the oddest sensation that I wouldn't like her so called Special person. Not at all, if the thoughts of extreme elimination were swimming in his mind.
She asked me if I had a dream, and I said I didn't. That the best I actually have would be a goal to become a award winning author.
She asked if it was in Horror, and I simply smiled, telling her good kitty once more. But this time, she didn't swipe my hand away, and I couldn't help but brush my fingers through her hair.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmOxS9lIKK
Odd enough, I told her that her dream'll come through. That might've been the only direct compliment I've spoken to her, but the smile she gave me in response just made her look so...so...huggable...
...I don't think I'd really mind the brainwashing anymore, if I could see anymore of that smile. Before I actually did something like that though, the Doctor came in stating that visiting hours were over, and quickly ushered me out.
...that doctor quickly made my hit-list on that moment, but the next day, for sme reason. I found that I couldn't visit her that day. Or the day after that, and the day after that, and after that.
It was only till the seventh time they pushed me away did I consider drastic actions...lucky for the hospital that the same doctor that made my hit-list allowed me to visit her.
...she was sleeping...no...not sleeping. She was pale, a bit under her usual complextion, and completely still. If it wasn't for the slow, but steady rise of her chest, I would have...no, I did think the worse.
But the doctor woke me from my numbness, and frankly, all I could do was stare. The man stated that she had just gotten out of surgery, and was simply sleeping. For how long, well, not even he knew that at the moment.
All I heard was that the surgery ended yesterday, and something about a rare heart-condition. Everything else simply passed through my ears. I had asked when she'll wake up, not if, when.
Because logistics be damned, I would accept nothing less. 1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ9ZHmtlLBW
He replied that he didn't know, that it all depended on the person.
...the doctor was useless, but he made it out of my hit-list, if only because he brought me to her.
He would have said more, probably could have, but I simply stated that I'll hear it from her own mouth when she wakes up.
I didn't know why I said that, and even now, as weeks passed, I don't know why I was still waiting. I was conflicted, but I still waited. Listening to a simple song, time and time and again. And I'll simply continue to do so
She said once that songs helped people to sort out their feelings, if not help explain them when the person themselves don't know what to think or do.
At the moment, I agreed. So I looked for that one she found oh so sad, and placed the earmuffs around his ears.
The song Down with the Fallen matched perfectly with how I felt, and I'll continue to listen to it until she woke up.
It was a feeling, just a smidgen, but I thought my confusion would clearly the moment she woke up. They would clear, and I would have an answer. What happened afterwards was anyone's guess.1093Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4TGxYU4tST
(I'm pretty sure this won't count since it's way over the word limit, but I just wanted to put this out, if not because I couldn't think of anything else.)
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