Last Meeting.
By: Amy Maries.
The rain was still falling when the phone rang its shrill cry was echoing against the cold stonewalls that Matt and I were planning to decorate that weekend. Thinking of him made the frustration inside of me explode. I stomped to the phone like a toddler throwing a tantrum. I put the phone to my ear and waited refusing to talk.
“ Miss Morgan Ritchland?”
“ Yes!” I snapped back my mood not shifting.
“Um… I think, you should get to the hospital now! It’s about Matthew Higgins.”
I froze, my heart pounding against my rib cage. I tried to speak but I couldn’t form the words not Matt I thought instantly my anger at him for being an hour late home vanished. They had to have it wrong, there had to be another Matthew Higgins. Right? Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and raced out of the door. The first tears fell down my face leaving bright shiny tracks behind. I realised I was shaking uncontrollably. I stopped and steadied myself. You’re being pessimistic again. Your thinking worst-case scenario. After correcting myself I got into my battered red car and drove down towards the hospital. The rain beat down onto the car as if it was a drum. He isn’t going to die I told myself. Matt isn’t going to die.
I raced into the waiting room, raindrops dripping onto the shiny white floor leaving small puddles. At the main desk I gripped the top to keep my unstable balance.
“ M…m…m…Matthew Higgins?” I stuttered. The receptionist just nodded and motioned to an empty seat away from the hubbub, of the waiting room. I sat down and absentmindedly began to rock back and forth. Matt I thought. I closed my eyes and let the memories take me away from this unbearable pain full of worry.
* * * * *
“ Catch, stupid girl!” a young boy with a mop of chestnut hair and glistening chocolate eyes called. I looked at him dumbfounded, before noticing the small red ball that lay at my feet. I immediately felt a swell of hatred grow inside of me.
“ Shut up!” I shouted back then added
“ Matthew.” Sarcastically. Matthew looked as though he had swallowed sour milk and stormed over. He picked up his ball and began to walk off but not before throwing me a cheeky grin.
* * * * *
I opened my eyes and smiled at the first memory I had of Matt. It had been at the park in Longindale. I was sitting by the trees and Matt had been playing catch with his best friends Sam. Thinking of him brought back painful memories. Forget it. I told my self stubbornly. I needed news about Matt like a fish needs water. I clumsily stood up and steadied myself. I walked slowly to the desk trying not to collapse and cry uncontrollably.
“ Is there any news about Matthew Higgins?” I asked desperately. The receptionist looked up at me with sympathy in my eyes. I blocked it off I didn’t need sympathy I needed Matt.
“ I’m sorry but there’s no new yet.”
I closed my eyes and muttered thanks before going back to my seat in a kind of trance. The pain was almost unbearable now. All I wanted was matt to draw me in close. To hold am and reassure me; to tell me that he loves me.
* * * * *
The school corridor was full of pushing teenagers when I was finally released from the prison of maths. I despised maths. I hated numbers and anything to do with them. Once I finally reached me locker I felt like giving up on life altogether. It had been kicked in. the shiny metal dented. I ran off, trying not to cry but I could already feel them welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I headed for the bell tower. No one knew about it but me. Well as far as I knew.
I could only make it halfway up the stairs before I burst into uncontrollable tears. I was so distraught that I didn’t hear Matt come from the top of the staircase. Without speaking he put his arm around me and drew me in close. I was so weak from crying that I didn’t fight back. After I had stopped crying I looked up into those big chocolate coloured eyes. He brought a smooth hand up to my tear-marked cheek and lowered his head towards mine. Our lips joined and all thoughts of before vanished before my eyes.
* * * * *
My eyes snapped open and I brought my hand to my cheek I was surprised to feel the damp skin and guessed I had been crying. I gazed around the waiting room. It seemed that everyone there had someone to lean on. Someone to hold them close. I really needed matt. I needed him to hold me and forgive me for everything wrong I’ve ever done. Like when his best friend and me got together after a break up. The biggest mistake of my life.
* * * * *
Sam Heading threw me a sympathetic look. I smiled back slightly annoyed that already someone had heard that Matt and I had broken up. It was a stupid argument but it ended in the end of our relationship.
It had only been two weeks after the break up between Matt and I broke up that I began dating Sam. According to everyone at school Matt and he had a huge argument and it ended with Sam coming to me before matt could get another look in. I myself had shrunk back to my typical wallflower self and accepted Sam as my new boyfriend without a doubt.
* * * * *
“Miss Ritchland?”
I opened my eyes to see a young female doctor in front of me.
“ Matt! Where’s Matt?”
Panic took over me but the doctor placed a gentle but firm hand onto my shoulder.
“ It’s ok. He’s ok. Do you want me to see him?”
I nodded and allowed myself to be taken to a white room that had a strong smell of disinfectant and cleanliness. I saw Matt, his mop of chestnut hair slightly knotted and matted across a pillow. His blemish-free skin pale and lifeless. To me it wasn’t matt lying there. To me it was an alien being tested on still I knew it was Matt and in between bouts of tears I held his hand and reassured him. Truthfully I was trying to reassure myself as well.
* * * * *
It was raining heavily the day that Sam hit me. I remember it so well because it was Matt’s birthday and Sam was jealous over a card. I gave matt a birthday card but seeing it in a totally different light Sam lashed out. He left me with a black eye. Matt was the only person I could talk to about it as everyone else drank up Sam’s version of me falling down the stairs. After that Sam and I were history. Matt was my refugee for a few months and we soon found ourselves passionately kissing on his sofa. Matt had won me back.
“ We’ll be together forever, Morgan. I promise.”
* * * * *
BEEEEEEP! I heard the single- noted ‘beep’ that I had heard so many times before in medical dramas. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The swarm of nurses and doctors coming in. me being pushed away from Matt’s side. My head kept reassuring me but my heart held the truth. No, I told myself though the walls of tears and fatigue had closed themselves around me. I saw the kiss of life given to him and I silently willed him to wake up and tell me he was joking. I couldn’t feel the time pass but, after what must have been half an hour, everyone gave up. Matt my childhood sweetheart: the love of my life was gone. I leant down and through blurred tears placed a tender kiss on his lips. A kiss of goodbye for the last time but also a kiss of death.
well thats my corsework if anyone cares i just thought id put it up
