Post by usgeisha on Jan 7, 2005 19:29:03 GMT -8
FATE CONTINUED~--plz. read Parts I & II first 
About a month after the accident, I was visiting the hospital. I had been sitting by Fate’s bed for a couple of hours and was doing my homework. I vividly remember how the flowers in Fate's room seemed to be drooping. Most of them were losing their color and weren’t worth looking at. I frowned upon this and decided I would go get the nurse to tell her that Fate’s flowers weren’t in good condition. “I’ll be right back, Fate,” I whispered as I left the room. As soon as I exited the room, a red siren began sounding… I turned and looked only to see that it was right above Fate’s room. My heart stopped. I could only think of one thing that could mean… I collapsed.
Honestly, I can not remember anything between collapsing and waking up, woozy, two days later. I simply remember waking up and absorbing everything around me. Scattered across the room there were beautiful flowers in vases, flashy gold get well cards… But one thing seemed to be missing—Fate. “Where is she? Is she okay?” I cried out, terrified. A nurse rushed in, carrying a clipboard. “She’s awake! Oh my goodness, Jessie, you had everyone so worried! Thank goodness you’re awake! We’ll just get you checked up here and—”
“Where’s Fate?” I asked impatiently. The nurse’s cheery face turned downwards almost instantly. “Is Fate alright? She’s fine, isn’t she?” I questioned her again. The nurse’s frown deepened. “Well, Jessie, we aren’t sure.”
My teeth clenched. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“That day that you fainted… Well, the shorter story is… Fate is in critical damage, Jessie. We have hope. Just pray, that’s all you can do.” I burst out crying.
No, the nurse was wrong, that wasn’t all I could do. I could’ve been the one in Fate’s situation. I could’ve been in “critical condition”. Why, why, why was Fate going through this? It should’ve been me! The world would get a whole lot more from Fate. She could have stopped global warming, saved the trees, found a cure to cancer… I would never be able to do anything of the sort. I could see myself in twenty years, sitting in a damp, cluttered apartment, surrounded by junk, watching TV. I could see Fate in twenty years on TV, telling the world about her cure to cancer. In my daydream, she was speaking to one interviewer, “I call the cure Jessie.”
“Why Jessie, Ms. Wilkinson?”
“I had a good friend in my middle school years, Jessie Lucas—who died from a tragic event that no one could have stopped. It was just horrible…”
The odd thing was, that of course I had never been Fate’s good friend. Not even her friend. I had thought of her as the enemy—the rival. The weird kid who liked everybody.
“Nurse?” I looked up only to find that the nurse had rung for a doctor, who in turn had somehow gotten my parents and Fate’s parents into the room. “Jessie,” my mother squealed. “Oh, Jessie,” she reached over, stroking my hair. “We’ve been so worried!”
“No, no, no! I don’t want to be worried about. Fate! Worry about Fate! Where is she?”
Fate’s mother who had been looking at me rather precariously, started weeping. “She’s in another place Jessie. They’re trying their best—really,” my mother told me. I sat back, ready to cry. But no tears came. It was a strange feeling, in a way, calm. This shocked me. I had completely expected myself to start bawling—but instead I emerged into a state of deep thought. What can I do to help her? was really the most important thing to worry about…<br>
I tell people it came to me in a dream. I remember it vaguely, Fate laughing. There were voices asking her questions. Then I saw, me. But I wasn’t in a coffin or gone like in my other dreams. In this dream, I was very much alive. I stood next to Fate, my arm around her. The voices must have been talking to me too. We stood on a stage, behind a podium, speaking into microphones. Then I saw them. There were all sorts of people, some in lab coats, others in normal clothes. Several held notepads and were shouting questions at us. And we answered them, all of them. I awoke suddenly from that dream. I knew what I needed to do. "EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS!" I screamed happily. Nurses ran into the room and I told them my idea...
ALMOST FINISHED--NEEDS SOME TWEAKING AND A COUPLE MORE PARAGRAPHS! AND MOST OF ALL, NEEDS SOME OPINIONS!
