Untangled

MISSING THE OLD TIMES

Daryl POV

After I left the room, I went to my study area and sat there for quite some time. I admit it, that it is my fault why everything is broken, I miss her. I miss my life with her, I wish I could go back in time and knock some senses to myself.

I am willing to do anything, everything as long as she can forgive me and will not leave me. I felt sick the way I treated her for the past years, her love, respect and kindness. I took them all for granted.

Now I feel so weak, I have a fever and my temperature is 38 degrees, huh I totally deserve this.

What is she doing right now, is she taking a nap. Daryl thought to himself, I wish I could go back in the past, hug her and kiss her for taking good care of me for the past years.

While Daryl is having a hallucination because of his high fever, he fell asleep and had a dream of the past

(The dream)

I have a fever and it is 39 degrees, I want to play with Christine but with this condition it is impossible even my mom didn't leave by my side, she held my hand so tight until I fell asleep

I woke up when I heard someone crying and when I opened my eyes I saw Christine and her eyes were red. I think she was crying for a long time, I smiled at her and she smiled back.

" What are you doing here?"I asked her, I was waiting for you and Aunty Michelle to visit me but mom said you are sick, so I convinced mom to let me visit you, she answered back.

I am happy that I have a friend who worries about me, but having a fever is contagious and I do not want her to get sick because she is worried about me.

"Now that you are here go downstairs and ask mom to give you some food, I know how hungry you are, whenever when I was at your house aunty always gives us cookies and yet you still stole some of my cookies because you are hungry" she laugh at me and told me that I should promise not to tell our moms that she came in my room or else her mother will be mad at her, what she told to our mom is that she will be in the restroom, but she's here with me, what a naughty girl.

She went downstairs because I convinced her, this brat is really hardheaded, but I knew I am only her friend. One day I got jealous when my mom spend a lot of time in her house and always played with her, a months have passed and I cannot contain my curiosity anymore I asked my mom if she love me or she wants me to have a baby sister, my mom laugh at me and said that my father and I are more than enough for her and she only played with Christine because Aunty Candice is her friend and Christine doesn't have any friend, at first I was shock she's a kid how could it possibly happen that she does not have any friends, she told me that Christine is a shy kid, she always stutter when there is a lot of people, she only speak confidently when she is at home. Christine barely speaks to people at the same age as hers.

She went downstairs and I just stayed in my room staring at the ceiling. I am glad that I met her, I am glad that she became part of my life, I am glad that she cares for me and I hope this stays for a lifetime.

My mom opened my door and she came in. I am glad that you are awake, how are you? She said to me in a concerned tone. I just look at her because I have a sore throat, I just forced myself to talk to Christine because I know that she is worried about me. I know that my mom is also worried but when I looked at Christine's eyes I think she cried a lot. Did she cry because of me? Why would she cry? It is just a fever. I am not going to die because of the fever, right? Or am I going to die? oooohhhh this is so hard. Is she really here or is it just a hallucination? Maybe I miss her too much. I have to admit that I am fond of that brat whether I like it or not she maybe a pain in the ass but I am fond of her, my mom kept on blabbering until I look at her this is the time when I realized that I am talking to myself I must be out of my mind.

"Mom, where's Christine?" I asked her, she looked at me and smirked, why is she smirking? Do I seem like I was joking, does she think that I am in the mood for jokes right now. Seriously, what is happening?

She's downstairs. Do you want to see her? She asked me, well I already saw her and I can't say that because her mother will be mad at her. "No mom . It is Saturday today and every Saturday Christine and I usually play, remember?"

hmmmm... is all the response that I got from my mom. I am going to make you some hot soup you will need it to recover, when she will open the door I ask her " mom what is she doing here?:" she look at me and raised her eyebrows she?, she said " Mom I am pertaining to that brat", oh she is worried about you so she bawl her eyes out and practically beg her mother to visit you ungrateful brat and we both laugh at this. My mom looked at me for some time and said, you know you should be nicer to her right, she is your only friend. I smiled at her and she left my room.

My mother is right; I have a sweet friend, my only friend. Because of my attitude I do not have any friend, well I use to have friends but when they want me to throw rocks at some beggars I begun to throw rocks at my friends, well my use to call friends some of them even got a bruised because I throw rocks at them I punched one of them and they did the same that day I went home with a lot of bruises and eye bags, my mom tend my bruises she gave me some medicine to drink and when my mom and dad asked me what happened because he received a call from my use to friend parents, they said to him that they should put me to mental asylum. My parents didn't yell at me, instead they talked to me like any adult should do to their children. I told them everything including what those brats wants me to do, I thought they will yell at me and will not allowed me to go outside to play, because I have to admit what I did was wrong but what they also want me to do is wrong, why would I hurt those people, they did not do anything wrong, unlike those ungrateful brats, maybe they are brats because of their parents, maybe they spoil them too much that is why their children’s behavior are like that. After I said everything to my parents, they hug me and smiled at me well I was taken back at their behavior, I asked them why are they hugging me and they said that they are proud of me for not bullying the beggars like what my friends asked me to do but I beat those brats and throw at rocks at them well my behavior is still inexcusable, but they said that they raised me well I almost cried at this, but they also said what I did was wrong and I should not do it again, instead I should just walk away and my dad wink at me at this. After that day my family went to the area where I saw the beggars. We gave them food, water and clothes that they can use. Those clothes may not be new but at least it will give them warmth. Sometimes I keep on thinking why there are a lot of beggars in this place where their families are, did their families abandon them? How could they do that to their own parents and children’s, if you truly love the your partner you will never do anything to hurt them, you will never abandoned them that is why I am lucky, my parents love and cares for me someday I will reciprocal their love and care, I will give them a good life, we may not be rich when it comes to money but we are rich when it comes to love and most especially we have a peace of mind this is something that cannot be bought.

Days have passed for me to fully recover from my fever and that brat Christine visits me almost every day just to see if I am really recovering. Every time that brat always left my house my mom always talks about her, to be honest I am not jealous instead I am happy because while I’m at my room taking some rest, Christine help mom to do the house chores, there is also a time that I heard aunt Candy voice downstairs she was laughing with my mom and when I opened my door I saw Christine pouting at her mother and saying that they should keep their voice down because I am taking a nap, aunt Candy and mom laugh at her and her mother hug her and apologize. I laugh at this scene because I also encountered this scenario, when my father was ill I laugh so loud because I was watching a movie during that time, my mom has to go downstairs to tell me that I should low my voice, or else she will not allowed me to watch a television anymore, wow Christine is acting like a wife. I smiled at this thought .