With or Without you.
I was laying in bed, in an empty house. Annie has to sleep in the hospital, and Mason was at home. I got up, and paced the floor near the door to my room. I locked it, closed the blinds and blasted "Mine" by Taylor Swift.
What if Annie dies, and I'm left here in this house, alone?
Will I always be alone?
What if Mason moves in here with me?
What if he doesn't?
What if I'm here alone, and my dad finds me?
Is her mortgage over?
Oh, yeah it is.
Why me?
What will I do without Annie?
What will I do without comfort?
Will I be scared to sleep alone at night?
How did life get this messed up?
My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on the bedroom door. I opened it and Mason was leaning in the doorway. I recklessly threw both arms around him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, picked me up (honeymoon style :D), and sat down on my bed. I cried into his shoulder, and sniffed a little. He ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my forehead.
"So... I was talking to my mom, and she agreed that I could maybe move in here with you if Annie... you know... passes on." he looked at me for an answer.
"I would seriously love that, Mason..." I looked up and pressed my lips against his. We pulled away, breathless, and he started talking again.
"I know how it feels to lose someone who you looked up to. My dad was my best friend. We played baseball together, we watched baseball together, we would pick on my mom, and we always found a way to have fun. When he died in that accident, I was at school. My mom got me early, and I was so excited to leave school. We got in the car and my mom hid her tears, so I wouldn't find out until I got home. John was sitting on the couch, holding a pillow tightly in his grip. He never got along with my dad. I asked him why he looked so mad and he just stared at me... I remember him whispering... 'Dad's dead.' I ran upstairs, slammed the door and stayed there for a week. I ate occasionally, but I didn't want to live. I cut myself and even attempted suicide. Please, don't do any of this. I had no one, and you have me. We can get through this... together." he squeezed my hands, and let a tear slide down his face. He didn't wipe it, he just let it go.
"Mason... I'm so sorry." I hugged him, and heard his quiet sobs against my shoulder. I knew it would hurt when Annie died... but I didn't know how to handle it. Seeing Mason cry, makes me wonder... Will I make it without her?
"Don't be sorry." he wiped his face and smiled a little. "I have you now." he kissed me lightly and smiled against my lips.
We fell asleep on my bed, with the tv on. When I woke up to my alarm, it was 6 am. I jumped up and went right into the bathroom. Since I showered yesterday, I straightened my hair, and let my bangs fall in front of my face, pushed to the left. I put on a tiny bit of eyeliner, mascara and no eye shadow. After, I put on a big black sweatshirt with a red heart on the front; jeans; and my brown boot slippers. I was ready extremely early, and I waited on the couch in the living room. When Mason came out with wet hair, a purple shirt, black zip up sweatshirt and grey not-so-skinny jeans on, I got up and smiled. He took my hand, and we left, locking the door behind us, and taking a spare key. The walk to school was quiet, and with no sigh of my dad.
All of the periods before lunch went by fast, and I was really hungry. I met up with Mason in the hallways, and we walked to lunch with George. I barely talked all day, and George asked what was wrong. I shrugged, and got on line for lunch. I bought a buttered bagel, an iced tea, and a cookie. I ate lunch at the table with a whole bunch of kids, George and Mason. When the bell rang, I left and the rest of the day ended fast. I haven't said a word. It will remain this way.
"Come on, talk to me." Mason pushed me lightly.
I shook my head.
"Annie called." he pointed to my cell phone that he held for me today.
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