I forget how emotions dance when they aren’t inside of me I forget how the sun feels when she isn’t around me And my dreams become sweeter when something is missing I’m in love with the hunt itself It makes me feel alive, alive

I’m in Heaven

(Landed)

I’ve, landed on your chest

While

Trying not to land

In this mess

I’ve been stranded

On hard times

Dying slowly

Running dry on

This stream

Telling broken promises

I got you

Trying to save me

Without loosing you

While loosing self

Intensity has spoken

You were chosen

While trying to stay

Afloat

But I found you

CHAPTER 1

             Today was a normal day as Andrew and I was leaving the movies, walking to the car. As we were laughing and joking about the movie. We got in the car as Andrew buckled and started the car. While I buckled my seat belt I was planning in my head; we’ve been friends since kindergarten, and I have grown feelings for him. Apparently, he had started driving and was half-way down the road as he snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.

             “Lizzy? Are you on earth still?” he questioned with a laugh. As he laughed my face warmed up as I looked down and replied with a simple ‘yes’. “Ok Lizzy, you never answer with an ‘ok’. What’s wrong?” he asked as he sounded genuinely worried. I gulped looking up at the road, then I screamed as I saw a driver on our side of the road going the wrong way, heading straight for us. Andrew saw them as he tried to swerve out of the way, but he swerved to the right… right in way of the other driver. Hitting him straight on, then everything went black.

            I opened my eyes to a very bright light, almost blinding, as I tried to move. Yet my body wouldn’t do as I say, I tried to yell for help but all that came out was a whisper. As I sat there, memories flooded back in; I remember the movies, getting in the car, then it was slightly a blur after that. I remember Andrew and I was talking then screaming, and then darkness. A gasp brought me out of my thoughts as a female dressed in scrubs and her brunette hair tied back in a messy bun. She looked at me with pity before rushing out, yelling something.

           It seemed like forever, but she finally came back with a male with scrubs on and a clipboard. He looked at me with a gentle smile then he went to a serious face as he asked me ‘what my name was, how old I was, and where I live.’ I looked at him as I tried to speak, but nothing came out as I looked down again. As I was about to cry as he gently took my chin and lifted it, so I looked at him while he gave me a reassuring smile. I was still sad as I nodded as I understood. He then left the room as the nurse followed.

         It’s been a couple of weeks and I was able to sit up, semi-comfortable, so they let me sit in the wheelchair to ride around the building. This would be the first time outside of that room since the “incident” and I needed to know if Andrew was ok. After getting permission to be rolled over to his room, I was anxious as I got closer and closer to him. Finally, we made it to his room; he was sitting up, still in bad condition (I wasn’t too much worse than him, but he got most of the impact) as he looked over at me. I almost cried with happiness as I smiled at him.

      Then he spoke, “who are you? And why are you in my room crying?” he asked as my heart dropped. I was in shock as I tried telling him my name… he shook his head not knowing the name. I cried more as I told the nurse to take me back to my room. The nurse tried to say something as I interrupted her with a very loud ‘NOW!’. making everyone jump and she quickly wheeled me back to my room. I insisted to stay in the wheelchair as I looked out the window.

        They tried feeding me, but I wouldn’t eat. This went on for I think two days as they finally stuck an IV in my arm so I wouldn’t be malnourished. Sighing I stayed in the wheelchair almost the whole time; except when they found me asleep and placed me back in the bed. Which when I woke up, I asked to be back in the wheelchair.

        I should probably tell you who I am before we get to the rest of the story. I’m Elizabeth Young, a freshman in college. I’m 4’11”, green-eyed, dirty blonde. And the other guy is Andrew Amor, also freshmen in college, 5’10”, blue-eyed and blonde hair. We were best friends since grade school, and we had plans. But as you see that won’t be happening. Ok enough of me talking back to the story.

         It has been about a month as I stayed in my wheelchair, doing physical rehabilitation when need be. But today I am getting out of here. Finally, I get to go outside, but the one thing is Andrew is too. And he goes to the same college, and our dorms are not that far apart. I just hope I don’t ruin things too much more. As I kept thinking to myself, the nurse rolled me outside and to a taxi. Stopping at the bright yellow door, I stood up and sat in the taxi. Waving to the nurse, but the taxi wasn’t moving,

         “Sir? I’m ready.” I asked as he chuckled lightly. And responded with a ‘patience’ while he looked back in front of him. Nervous I shifted to the other side of the taxi, to give room for whatever or whoever was coming. Tapping my foot, I hear the squeaky wheelchair rolling out as I looked over and my heart sank once again… it was Andrew. He seemed as awkward as I was as he sat in the far-right seat. Leaving the middle seat empty and me in the far-left seat. The taxi driver drove off as the silence had a strong tension to it.

       “So… what brought you to the hospital?” Andrew asked as he tried to start a conversation. I looked at him then back down, fiddling with my fingers.

       “A car accident…” I replied softly, not knowing what he would say. As he didn’t answer right away, I looked up at him. He had a confused look like he was trying to put two pieces of a puzzle together that didn’t fit the way he had them. I smiled gently as I remember he wasn’t the exact smartest when it came to hints. I should I’ve tried.

      “That’s a really weird coincidence, I was in a car accident too. I was with someone though…” he drifted off into thought again as looked like he was trying to put the pieces together again, but something was blocking his thoughts. I looked back down, too scared to tell him that it was me in the car with him. The chat stopped there as he was lost in thought for the rest of the ride as I looked at my phone, pretending to read something on it.

       We got to campus right after classes ended as students were scattering like cockroaches. I quickly got out of the taxi, paying my half of the bill as I gripped my messenger bag tightly. I looked around hesitantly as I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jumping slightly, I turned around, only to see that it was Andrew; taking a deep breath I regained my bearings.

        “You ok? You seem tense” Andrew asked sincerely as he looked almost worried. Before I said anything, I nodded and looked down, my anxiety was getting the better of me; the hordes of people didn’t help either. Unexpectedly Andrew took my hand, leading me to the dorms. Sprinting through the person obstacle course that was the afternoon rush as I held hid hand tightly, trying not to get left behind. When we finally stopped at the dorms as he let go of my hand and huffed slightly. I was panting softly as well as I gave him a small thank you before walking up to my dorm.