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stranger in the park, that turns out to be not very much of a stranger.....
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"For the last time Wendy, it's not him." said Kimmy as she got ready for work the next day
I told her about the encounter I had with that strange boy in the dark backroom.
She kept telling me it wasn't him but and I knew it wasn't but for some strange reason I wanted to believe it was. Weeks went by and still I obsessed over it until the thoughts of it being him faded from my head and I went back to thinking I would never see him again. Me and Kimmy grew apart and she began spending more time at her boyfriend's apartment leaving me in ours alone. I began to grow fonder of being alone. I didn't seem to mind it as much the more I did it. And I had also grown accustomed to walking at night through the park and main street.
Tonight was no different than the rest. She was with her boyfriend and I was once again walking alone through the park.
I sighed and lit a cigarette as I made my way to the playground. It was usually a resting spot on my excursions. I climbed to the top and looked out on the rest of the park as I smoked my cigarette slowly.
My eyes wandered to the various people still in the park at nearly one AM. But it was one person in particular that caught my eye. He was dressed in tight fitting jeans and an even tighter hoodie. I watched as he nervously looked around and checked his watch a few times. I laughed to myself softly and thought he must be doing a drug deal. Sure enough a few moments later two guys walked over to him and they began to take care of business. I leaned back against the poles of the playground and looked away sighing, I was about to get up and continue my walk when I heard yelling. I looked over and the young boy that was in the tight clothes was on the floor and the other two men were kicking him. I bit my lip and watched silently as the scene got more violent. Finally when the boy on the floor stopped moving the other two ran away quickly. I waited for them to be completely gone before slowly making my way to the guy on the floor. I could feel my heart beating faster as I got closer. My mind wandered to the many times I had seen this happen. As I hovered over the boy I thought for a second about just turning around but before I knew it my hand was reaching out to touch his shoulder softly.
"Are you ok?" I tapped him softly. And got no response. Fearing the worst I slowly turned him over.
"Oh god..." I whispered "this isn't real, I'm just imagining things"
My breath caught in my throat as I realized this wasn't just some punk kid drug dealer. It was Pete.
I kneeled beside him and a few tears rolled down my cheek. I tried harder to wake him up and when he stirred a bit a wave of relief washed over me.
"Peter can you hear me?" I said softly. He mumbled something and tried to lift his head again but quickly laid it back down. I sat there beside him and tried to gather my thoughts and figure out what to do. I waited a few moments before trying to help him up and walk back to mine and Kim's apartment. The walk home was a struggle, he was having trouble breathing and needed to sit down often. Neither of us spoke much and I doubt he even knew it was me. He kept his eyes focused on the floor. when we reached the apartment I grabbed the keys to my car and drove to the hospital. He would mumble something every now and then while I drove and when we arrived he looked over at me and smiled a partial smile before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went unconscious.
A few hours later I found myself sitting beside his hospital bed, shaking and sniffling from crying.
I looked over at his sleeping body and wondered how he was here now. I wondered how we met again and if things were gonna be the same. I fell asleep that night at nearly 5am. The sounds of the hospital slowly lulling me to sleep. When I awoke I was still holding onto his hand and he was still sleeping. The doctor's came in and told me that he had a bruised rib and that's why he was having trouble breathing. They also said he had a large amount of heroin in his body and that's why he was so out of it when I brought him in. I sat and listened as they explained that he was in bad condition from all the heroin in his body. For the next few hours I sat near the window with my forehead against the glass just watching the day pass slowly and the sun set over the ocean. I tried calling Kimmy all day but I got no answer, I got no answer from anyone I tried phoning that after noon. It made me feel like me and Peter were the only ones left. It was nearly midnight when he woke up gasping and thrashing around on the hospital bed. I sat in the dark corner of the room not wanting make me presence noted. The doctors came in and tried to calm him down. He smacked them away and tried to curl into a ball. He'd always hated doctors. I closed my eyes and tried to block out his screams, it worked until he began screaming my name. I sat up and went over to his hospital bed and took his hand. He stopped screaming and just stared at me. The doctors finished what they were doing and left the room. I felt like I should turn and leave too, but I stayed. This is what I'd wanted for years and for some reason I was scared to death. We sat in silence just looking at each other. I was the first to speak when I asked him how he felt. The next morning he was released and I took him back to Kimmy's apartment that had pretty much just become mine. I fumbled around the empty place while he laid in my bed and slept. I tried to call Kimmy again but got no answer. I sat in front of my closed bedroom door and listened to him cry out in his sleep and toss and turn. My heart ached to go in their and hold him. I longed to run in their and comfort him but I stayed glued to my place in the dark hallway. I must've fell asleep cause the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Kimmy looking down at me
"What the fuck is going on?" she whispered
I sat up and pressed my ear to the door to see if he was still in my room, this earned me an even stranger look from Kimmy who was still waiting for her explanation.
"Peter's in there" I explained "I found him in the park, he was beat up and.." I bit my lip "on heroin"
she sighed and shook her head "Wendy, are you sure it's him. You've been going a little crazy lately, I mean you swore that guy at the party was him"
she pushed her arm past me and swung my bedroom door open. I sighed in relief as I saw him laying there just as I had left him. I looked back at Kimmy and her mouth was wide in shock. I waited for her to say something but it was peter who unexpectedly spoke first. He mumbled my name and opened his eyes slowly. Cautiously I walked over to him and sat on my bed beside him. He held his hand out and I took it gently in mine. I was so lost in his eyes I didn't hear nor see Kimmy walk out and close the door. He sat up and took in a shaky breath before pulling me too him and bringing his lips to mine and kissing me frantically. I threw my arms around him and held him close to me as if this was the last moment either of us had. We laid there in the dark clinging to each other as the night slowly faded and day began.
I had fallen asleep but he stayed up and just watched me. He told me that he did that so he knew this was real. So he knew that I was really there and he had found me again. We spent the day in bed just touching and kissing and making up for the three years we had lost. It felt like we had never lost each other, it felt like we were exactly as we left off. I knew there were things we had to talk about and things that needed to be explained but at this moment I just didn't care. It was on the third day that we finally began to talk about the time that had passed between us. Of course the first question I asked was what he was doing in the park that night. He told me how he had gotten kicked out of where he was staying and he decided to sell the last of his coke to some guy so he could have the cash to stay in a motel.. When I asked about the heroin he told me that one of the guys he was arguing with shot him up when he was on the ground, but not to worry cause he was tested in the hospital for any diseases that he may have contracted from that needle. I was fine with everything he was telling me except for when I asked him who he was staying with that kicked him out. To which he replied:
"My girlfriend..."
I told her about the encounter I had with that strange boy in the dark backroom.
She kept telling me it wasn't him but and I knew it wasn't but for some strange reason I wanted to believe it was. Weeks went by and still I obsessed over it until the thoughts of it being him faded from my head and I went back to thinking I would never see him again. Me and Kimmy grew apart and she began spending more time at her boyfriend's apartment leaving me in ours alone. I began to grow fonder of being alone. I didn't seem to mind it as much the more I did it. And I had also grown accustomed to walking at night through the park and main street.
Tonight was no different than the rest. She was with her boyfriend and I was once again walking alone through the park.
I sighed and lit a cigarette as I made my way to the playground. It was usually a resting spot on my excursions. I climbed to the top and looked out on the rest of the park as I smoked my cigarette slowly.
My eyes wandered to the various people still in the park at nearly one AM. But it was one person in particular that caught my eye. He was dressed in tight fitting jeans and an even tighter hoodie. I watched as he nervously looked around and checked his watch a few times. I laughed to myself softly and thought he must be doing a drug deal. Sure enough a few moments later two guys walked over to him and they began to take care of business. I leaned back against the poles of the playground and looked away sighing, I was about to get up and continue my walk when I heard yelling. I looked over and the young boy that was in the tight clothes was on the floor and the other two men were kicking him. I bit my lip and watched silently as the scene got more violent. Finally when the boy on the floor stopped moving the other two ran away quickly. I waited for them to be completely gone before slowly making my way to the guy on the floor. I could feel my heart beating faster as I got closer. My mind wandered to the many times I had seen this happen. As I hovered over the boy I thought for a second about just turning around but before I knew it my hand was reaching out to touch his shoulder softly.
"Are you ok?" I tapped him softly. And got no response. Fearing the worst I slowly turned him over.
"Oh god..." I whispered "this isn't real, I'm just imagining things"
My breath caught in my throat as I realized this wasn't just some punk kid drug dealer. It was Pete.
I kneeled beside him and a few tears rolled down my cheek. I tried harder to wake him up and when he stirred a bit a wave of relief washed over me.
"Peter can you hear me?" I said softly. He mumbled something and tried to lift his head again but quickly laid it back down. I sat there beside him and tried to gather my thoughts and figure out what to do. I waited a few moments before trying to help him up and walk back to mine and Kim's apartment. The walk home was a struggle, he was having trouble breathing and needed to sit down often. Neither of us spoke much and I doubt he even knew it was me. He kept his eyes focused on the floor. when we reached the apartment I grabbed the keys to my car and drove to the hospital. He would mumble something every now and then while I drove and when we arrived he looked over at me and smiled a partial smile before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went unconscious.
A few hours later I found myself sitting beside his hospital bed, shaking and sniffling from crying.
I looked over at his sleeping body and wondered how he was here now. I wondered how we met again and if things were gonna be the same. I fell asleep that night at nearly 5am. The sounds of the hospital slowly lulling me to sleep. When I awoke I was still holding onto his hand and he was still sleeping. The doctor's came in and told me that he had a bruised rib and that's why he was having trouble breathing. They also said he had a large amount of heroin in his body and that's why he was so out of it when I brought him in. I sat and listened as they explained that he was in bad condition from all the heroin in his body. For the next few hours I sat near the window with my forehead against the glass just watching the day pass slowly and the sun set over the ocean. I tried calling Kimmy all day but I got no answer, I got no answer from anyone I tried phoning that after noon. It made me feel like me and Peter were the only ones left. It was nearly midnight when he woke up gasping and thrashing around on the hospital bed. I sat in the dark corner of the room not wanting make me presence noted. The doctors came in and tried to calm him down. He smacked them away and tried to curl into a ball. He'd always hated doctors. I closed my eyes and tried to block out his screams, it worked until he began screaming my name. I sat up and went over to his hospital bed and took his hand. He stopped screaming and just stared at me. The doctors finished what they were doing and left the room. I felt like I should turn and leave too, but I stayed. This is what I'd wanted for years and for some reason I was scared to death. We sat in silence just looking at each other. I was the first to speak when I asked him how he felt. The next morning he was released and I took him back to Kimmy's apartment that had pretty much just become mine. I fumbled around the empty place while he laid in my bed and slept. I tried to call Kimmy again but got no answer. I sat in front of my closed bedroom door and listened to him cry out in his sleep and toss and turn. My heart ached to go in their and hold him. I longed to run in their and comfort him but I stayed glued to my place in the dark hallway. I must've fell asleep cause the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Kimmy looking down at me
"What the fuck is going on?" she whispered
I sat up and pressed my ear to the door to see if he was still in my room, this earned me an even stranger look from Kimmy who was still waiting for her explanation.
"Peter's in there" I explained "I found him in the park, he was beat up and.." I bit my lip "on heroin"
she sighed and shook her head "Wendy, are you sure it's him. You've been going a little crazy lately, I mean you swore that guy at the party was him"
she pushed her arm past me and swung my bedroom door open. I sighed in relief as I saw him laying there just as I had left him. I looked back at Kimmy and her mouth was wide in shock. I waited for her to say something but it was peter who unexpectedly spoke first. He mumbled my name and opened his eyes slowly. Cautiously I walked over to him and sat on my bed beside him. He held his hand out and I took it gently in mine. I was so lost in his eyes I didn't hear nor see Kimmy walk out and close the door. He sat up and took in a shaky breath before pulling me too him and bringing his lips to mine and kissing me frantically. I threw my arms around him and held him close to me as if this was the last moment either of us had. We laid there in the dark clinging to each other as the night slowly faded and day began.
I had fallen asleep but he stayed up and just watched me. He told me that he did that so he knew this was real. So he knew that I was really there and he had found me again. We spent the day in bed just touching and kissing and making up for the three years we had lost. It felt like we had never lost each other, it felt like we were exactly as we left off. I knew there were things we had to talk about and things that needed to be explained but at this moment I just didn't care. It was on the third day that we finally began to talk about the time that had passed between us. Of course the first question I asked was what he was doing in the park that night. He told me how he had gotten kicked out of where he was staying and he decided to sell the last of his coke to some guy so he could have the cash to stay in a motel.. When I asked about the heroin he told me that one of the guys he was arguing with shot him up when he was on the ground, but not to worry cause he was tested in the hospital for any diseases that he may have contracted from that needle. I was fine with everything he was telling me except for when I asked him who he was staying with that kicked him out. To which he replied:
"My girlfriend..."
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