When our story first began...

~14~

I woke up again on the honking sounds. I guess we have already reached the main city. I opened the window, but the air was hotter in here. I asked Arcus:

-Will we go to see the doctor today?

-Well, for the moment, we’ll go to a friend’s house. He’s actually a high school friend and a doctor in an emergency now. And guess what?! His wife was Celine’s best friend when we were younger.

By his answer, I assume that he is feeling better now. And it is the Arcus that we all know; the funny one that gets so worried about his beloved ones. But why did he lose his temper when the police became part of this? Am I overthinking too much? Anyways. I am surely just making up things in my mind. Maybe he once was caught up drawing on walls when he was a teenager or something like that. Maybe it is only some random uncomfortableness that we all have when cops are around. Even if we are the victim.

-Then, Mark, my friend of course, will guide us to which doctor we gotta seek help from. You know, those things. Instead of going to the emergency, we’ll jump a step with his aid. You see now why I always tell you to be friendly with everyone? This way, you’ll know people who’d be by your side if you’re ever in any kind of trouble. He then added. So… It’s almost 4:00 pm right now. Hope will have enough time. You know?! Mark was not only a high school friend. He was also Celine’s ex-boyfriend. Weird, right? I also question myself how we still contact each other. When we were younger, and of course when we both were still strong. He let a laugh out before continuing his narrative. At first I didn’t know that they used to date, so when I entered her life, she never talked to me about him. She already moved on by the time I appeared. Okay... Okay… I can’t deny that she was such a player… well, no one can say anything about it, ‘cause she was hella beautiful. Back to the story. So when Mark knew that I was dating her. He literally got super jealous, and he was still in love with her or at least he thought he was. Celine rejected him many times, and he was indeed such a nice guy but he was a pain in the a*s with his flowers and texts while trying to be “romantic” to have her back. At some point, I got really pissed off. And you know me, I’m not the kind of people that get angry that fast, that means that I actually tried my best to hold everything inside as much as I could. But… I still remember as it was yesterday, when Celine and I were on a date to celebrate our three months anniversary. Until he popped up out of nowhere, with his stalking habits! So a huge fight took place. Celine couldn’t do anything but try separating us, which all her efforts went in vain. And all of a sudden, a black beautiful woman came in and literally punched Mark into the face. Guess who that woman was?! Hehe! Of course it’s Ruby. Mark’s wife now. So the thing is; when we were still teenager, Ruby was that masculine type of girls that always hangs out with guys and she loves basketball. But, her tiny feminine part was only discovered by Celine. And I still, up till now, don’t know what actually happened that they became best friends. So obviously, I became her friend too. And somehow, few months later, we heard that her and Mark were dating and he stayed away from the love of my life, because he found his too. Later that, few years passed and we reunited again. Yet… When we grew old, Mark wanted to go to the main city and so did Ruby. So yeah… I rarely seen them especially after Celine’s tragedy. But here we are. And we’ve arrived. The car started slowing down and I could hear Arcus typing something on his phone. So, how do you find this story? Crazy, right?! Don’t tell them that I actually told you this, because especially Mark would be hella angry.

I let a laugh out. Well indeed, it was a funny story. And a crazy one too.

-Hey Mark! Were in the front door I guess. Can you come out so we won’t be ringing on somebody else’s doorbell?

-Alright coming! Said the voice from the other side.

Few seconds later, Arcus went out of the car with laughers. And Mark’s voice seemed like a forty years old aged man who used to sing deep rock for a long period of his life. While they were talking, I tried recalling Celine’s image and started imagining what happened in their story.

-Is that Jade?! The famous girl? Questioned Mark.

-Hey Mark, I guess. I smiled.

The passenger’s door got opened, and I was still sitting in my place, until an arm handed me some help to get up. My head wasn’t moving; actually when I heard that we almost reached our destination, I took out my sunglasses and put them on, since my normal eyeglasses were useless now. So it would not be that much remarkable that my eyes aren’t actually moving.

Mark was certainly a funny lovely man just like Arcus. As soon as I got out of the car, he hugged me as if I was his relative. And said:

-How you doing young lady? How’s life going?

-Well without my eyes, life is pretty dark. I joked.

-Yeah, that’s true. Anyways, you know?! You can’t imagine how many times this old man talked about you and your friend Noah. He literally takes you as his kids that he never had. Well, lucky him to have someone like you two. So yeah. Let’s enter the house now. It’s so hot in here, let’s go to where the AC is on.

We all headed to the house, while Arcus was leading my way. I actually liked the fact that when I mentioned that I can’t see, Mark didn’t said anything about it, he took it as if it is something normal. Maybe he did not do anything much, but he truly made me feel that the disability that I have now is not actually that bad. And it would not be a cause for pity. One of the things that I hate the most, is pitying on someone. I know it is actually a good thing, because it is a way to show the humanity in someone’s soul. But I would love to hear your actual reaction and what really passed through your mind at the moment when you realized something bad happened to a friend of yours. When mom died, people kept telling me: “I’m sorry for your lost” and other things like that. Yet, what I wanted to hear the most was: “Damn it! Need a hug?” I know it is childish, but it is what I actually wanted to hear.