Ouch

by Autumn
(New York)

and here i was... speechless.
okay. let me start from the beginning. my name is autumn. i'm a 16 year old girl, but very strange. my outfit of choice is sweatshirt and jeans, my ripped up converse are a must. my hair is up, or down, messily thick brown and wavy a little beyond my shoulders. i have dark brown eyes, almond shaped, and my skin is olive-toned and tan. i've always been a bit athletic and toned, aside from a bit of a chubby stomach which i've had an eternal problem with, it seems. i'm tiny, a mere 5'1". i'm very self conscious and quite normal looking, at my best.

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i thought i lost her.
who? autumn. i'm her best friend, absolutely in love with her. my name is john. i'm 6'2", and i've been told i'm very attractive. my eyes are a deep brown, large, and framed by lashes which i've always hated. a girl would die for these, they'd never have to use makeup. but i dont want to be girl. so i dress in ripped converse, jeans, and t-shirts like every normal guy tends to do. but i'm blessed with the pleasure of knowing a beautiful, absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous girl, whos personality makes me want to get down on my knees and propose to her. but i can't. at 17, im not supposed to know about love. but i cant help but feel i do.

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(autumn:) i'm lying in the hospital bed, with an i.v. strapped to my body, and a hospital gown which is unbelievably uncomfortable. how did i get here? i wonder. my last memory is that of me watching a car come hurdling at me. oh. well. idiot me.
its wierd here, though. all so, pastel-y and boring, worse than a hotel room. theres a window overlooking a smoggy city, and i can here some cars even though it looks like i'm high up in this building.

the nurse inturrepts my observations and tells me that guests are here. is it okay to let them in? of course, i say.

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(john:) it hurts, to see her like that. her bruised and battered face, her expression of absolute innocence. does she know how she looks? even though her undeniable beauty shines through, i think it best not to tell her. she gets so self conscious and worried. i don't know why. she just doesn't see what and who she is.
i sit on the edge of the bed, trying to avoid the i.v. tubes. this hurts me so bad, it feels like my heart is going to explode. i ask her how she feels. couldn't be better, she jokes. she asks why i look so sad. i can't tell her how bad this hurts. she'd feel horrible. i can't do that to her. she says lets change the subject, lets think of something funny. remember that time when....? and we start laughing, but she stops when her (cracked) ribs start to pain her. i'm concerned, i ask her if she needs the nurse. she's fine, she's fine, no need to worry yourself.

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(autumn:) he looks so... sad. nothings wrong with me, atleast, nothing out of the usual. john's my best friend, who i'm in love with, but he doesn't know. and why would he love me back, anyway? i'm just an insignificant little girl. nobody would want me. but i'm overcome with feeling, i want to help comfort him. how? i ask, john, i need to tell you a secret. i plan to tell him i love him.

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(john:) as i'm leaning down to listen to her, i kiss her instead.