GLASSES pt.2

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"Breathe!"

I felt something pound on my chest, and then a deep breath filled my lungs. I coughed instantaneously, and my body lurched forward.

I threw up all the contents of my stomach.

I gagged again, and felt my raw palm touch soft grass. Why was there grass underneath me?

My eyes were squeezed shut, but I could feel others presences behind me.

I slowly opened my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw a man in in a firefighter outfit. The man was on his knees next to me, his helmet beside us in the weeds. We sported the yellow suit that most of the fire fighters wore, his face covered in sweat and dirt. He looked relieved, then nodded to some people behind him who cheered. The firemen smiled and clapped my back.

"Its nice to see you breathing, Fawn," he uttered jovially. "I'm Mic Harris."

"What happened?" I asked shakily.

"You saved that boys life, Fawn," the firefighter said. Around Mic, his body grew a bright white. I blinked twice, and the color dissipated as if it was never there.

"You're a hero, Miss Fawn. Everyone is proud of you. The entire school was waiting for you to wake up. The young man is still comatose."

I looked around me and sure enough, the school was behind the man, all looking at me with worried eyes, and tear stained faces. Worst of all, their bodies were covered in a dark pink that wouldn't fade. It reminded me of the lights I had seen when trying to escape. Suddenly a loud noise interrupted my thoughts. "Where's my daughter! Fawn! Fawn, where are you!" My head whippedupto the side to see my mother. He hair was disheveled, eyes red and puffy; noticeable from even the distance between us. Her normal work clothes were wrinkled. I called out to her, my voice raspy.

She locked eyes with me and ran towards me, pushing the firefighter away, jumping into my arms, sobbing. "I thought I lost you," she whispered in broken English.

I patted her back and rested my head around her dark-pink light covered body. She was worried. My own tears welled up and dribbled down her shirt.

"I though I was g-gonna die, mommy!" I exclaimed into her ear. She only shook harder in despairity.

She pulled back to look at my face, and then froze.

"Where's your glasses?"

I felt at my face and noticed, I didn't have them, yet I could see fine.

"I broke them in a fall..." I realized.

The glasses.

The light.

They were connected.

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As a kid, I had always been forced to wear my glasses. It was always my parents first priority.

And now, they were gone in a tumultuous fire.

The first day I entered the hospital, I wasn't allowed to visit him. The boy who had tried to save me, but in the end I saved him. The second day I was there, I began to visit him. When my parents would leave, their saddened gaze lingering on my face, I'd take the chance to visit Micah. I learned from the doctor who would pop in every now and then that his name was Micah Ackman. Every time I came over, no one was ever over. I figured his family just always happened to leave when I came.

Yet, I still had this nagging doubt in the back of my mind.

On day three, he was still comatose. He hadn't woken up yet, and I was worried. I sat there next to Micah and talked. I told him about the pretty colors I saw. I told him about the glasses I used to wear, and how my parents always checked on me. I told him how I didn't have any friends. I told him everything, because I knew he would listen. He didn't have a choice. Besides, it's not like he was hearing me.

After talking, I sighed.

All the talking was making my thirsty. I looked down at Micah and could see a dark blue around his body. I only saw that color when people were sleeping. I had been paying attention to people lately. The colors around my parents milled between the worried dark pink, and an almost black color. Deception maybe. The only color I saw that I understood was a bright white. It was sincerity.

I closed my eyes, and then sat back down.

I closed my hand around his hand, and squeezed. I shut my eyes tighter, and silently prayed. Wake up, Micah. Please. Wake up, for me.

When my eyes opened, the dark blue suddenly rippled, and transformed into a dazzling bright sky blue. I gasped, and jumped to my feet. His heart monitor beeped like crazy, and I tried not to panic. I raced out of the room as I called for a doctor. "Help! I need a doctor, ASAP!" I called out.

Less than a second later, someone in a white lab cost came rushing in.

He glanced at me, his brows furrowed. I ignored him, and grabbed Micah's hand, holding it as tightly as possible. I nearly fainted when I heard the slight ruffle of his blankets. Slowly, his lashes fluttered. Around me the doctor wrote something furiously on his clipboard, and halfway ran out. I swallowed the spit in my throat, and waited for his eyes to open. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted to know all about my mysterious savior. All I knew was his name, and that he went to my highschool. Oh, and he tried to save me.

Not a minute later, his eyes opened.

They were a shocking sepia brown, framed with lashes longer than my own. He blinked up at me, his eye lashes brushing his cheeks with heavy sweeps. I didn't notice much other than that, due to the fact that his eyes were glued to mine.

He stared at me unblinkingly, until I squeezed his hand.

He seemed to startle, and then glanced down at my hand, which I didn't take away. He probably needed moral support. Or maybe his hand was too warm and comforting for me to let go.

"Who are you?" The boy asked, sitting up, slipping his hand out of mine with ease.

I dropped my gaze to my lap, as his eyes scrutinized my face. He had this piercing gaze that looked like he was trying to figure out all my secrets. I knew I was an open book, but I didn't want to make it too apparent. I let hair fall over my face, and answered him in a small voice. "I'm Fawn. Fawn Sadowski."

"Well I think I knew that," he said impatiently. "But why am I in the hospital, and why are you here?"

I flinched. His voice was a lot more gruff than his appearance. He looked kinder than his words. I peeked at him through my hairs veil, and then looked away. "You tried to save me from a fire in the school, but I ended up saving you. You passed out. I carried you."

His face was priceless.

"Wait, wait wait!" he shouted. "You carried me? You're like not even five three. You're super small!"

I brushed the hair out of my face and scowled. "I'm not that weak. Besides, you're really light..." I trailed off and when I saw how he was staring at me, the floor was suddenly more interesting than his beautiful irises. Before he could say anything again, doctors came in and checked out Micah. He would glance at me every once in awhile, I would try to avoid his intense gaze. I wasn't the type of person to hold eye contact. In fact, I don't even know why I held his hand. It was so unlike me, but he seemed so vulnerable passed out, nearly dead.

Awake, he was scary.

Awake, he was intimidating.

Awake, I felt like I had a lost I friend I had never even gained, and it weighed heavily on my shoulders.

As the doctors filed out, I was getting ready to leave myself, when he stopped me. "Wait! Don't leave!"

I froze.

"Wha-what?"

He gave me this grim look, and he waved me back. I felt shaken as I traveled back, and sat next to him. I kept avoiding his probing eyes. "Don't leave me alone. You're the only one who I remotely know."

"I know."

He then tried to start conversations with me, but I answered with one word, or two. He groaned, eslxasperated. "What the he'll are you doing?" He cried out. "You can save my life but you can't even fucking look me in the eye? And what's up with you acting all shy and shit? Did I do something?"

I gasped and looked up at him. My hair covered my left eye, and I pushed it out my face. "No, I-I just, I don't know..."

He scowled at me.

"Just look at me when I'm talking to you," he growled. "You have pretty eyes."

My eyes widened, my mouth gaped open.

"Um..."

"Yeah, you heard me shortie. I saw you got pretty eyes. It's like a rainbow or somethin' it looks cool. Sue me for giving out compliments."

I was speechless. He was so gruff, and rough around the edges, but he seemed like a genuinely nice person. I suddenly felt the weight lift off of me, and I smiled softly at him. Micah looked surprised, and I giggled at his expression.

"You've got pretty eyes too, Micah."

His eyes became bigger.

He coughed, and looked away from me, his cheeks tinted pink. "Well uh, thanks, or whatever."

I just grabbed his right hand in both of mind and squeezed.

We'll be friends. I know it. I do, I do.