The Story of My Life

Continued from the Story in the last blog post.

Sixteen. Some people may call it sweet sixteen, others may call it the age of Responsibility. I was just happy that I was sixteen, and finally in a relationship. I had the joy of asking out the girl I had a crush on since the start of year seven. I, Solomon Olympia, of the Hole of Canberra (Fyshwicke) was finally in a relationship. After three and a half years of being single, I was enjoying the company of my significant other. Delilah Cherokee, physics extrodinaire, and possessor of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac purple, tinged with a sunset red around the pupils. Just looking into her eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as it was like looking into a field of Lilac flowers on a sunset. Her hair flowed around her back, in curly locks, and some fell over her face. She was a few inches shorter than me, and we had our differences, but we loved each other nonetheless. Me and Delilah, along with my best mate Kyle, we went everywhere together, though sometimes we did make Kyle look like a bit of a third wheel, we tried our best to still stick around him together. Unfortunately, the good times never lasted. The ONE day, me and kyle weren't around her, she was robbed, and seriously injured. The robber jumped out from an alleyway, whacked Delilah on the head with a lead pipe, knocking her unconscious, and ran away with her bag, wallet and phone. Delilah was induced into a coma because of the blow to the head. To me, the days seemed to crawl by after that. A day without Delilah felt like a day wasted. Every moment after school, I would try to visit her at the hospital if time allowed, and even if time didn't I was still there. Everyday I sat there and regretted me not being there to help Delilah. Not able to help her when she needed me. Of course the robbery wasn't my fault, but I felt bad nonetheless.
I hated the robber who had dared to lay a finger on Delilah, and I hated myself for not being with her. The malice and hate broiled inside of me like water boiling. I started to get snappish and very quickly angered.
Every waking moment was a frustration to me, and every small comment was a snide remark. After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I refused to go to school and instead started to learn a martial arts. I had started learning three martial arts at the same time, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Tekken. I was barely a month into the martial arts when I finally got the news that Delilah had recovered from her coma. It was 6 in the morning at the time, but I shouted at my parents that I was going to meet Delilah, and I raced off on my bike towards the hospital. Thankfully the hospital wasn't too far away and I managed to get to it within thirty minutes. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing Delilah awake and finally kicking after so long. I swerved dangerously past the cars going into the car park and shoved my bike to the side. A nurse asked me "Do you have anyone you want to meet?" and I just shouted at her
"Delilah" and kept running down the familiar path towards Delilah's ward.
I pushed the doors open and screamed with a broken voice
"DELILAH!"
Immediately a doctor clamped a hand over my mouth and said in a very strained voice "SHHHHH!!!" which was very ironically louder than my shout. Even with the doctor's hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes scanned the familiar ward for her face. Then I saw her, she was sitting up in her bed, looking out the window, and she turned towards me and for an instant her eyes locked with mine. However, instead of a gasp of recognition, all I got was a blank stare. I was confused, slightly, but I still forced the doctor away, and ran towards her.
"Delilah, oh god I missed you so much!" I ran towards her, about to hug her when she gave me a puzzled look, kept me at arm's length and asked
"Do I know you?"
My heart felt like it stopped for a second when she said those words.
"Delilah... this.. is a joke right? You're... You're trying to scare me." I stuttered, unsure of myself even as soon as I said the words.
"Doctor, is he allowed to be in here?"
The doctor solemnly shook his head and motioned to me with his hand that he wanted to talk to me.
"Now I know you must be heartbroken, but sonny, you can't just go ahead to mess up procedures. She's fine but some of her memories are gone. Obviously, some of them are of you. You need to give her space. Her head is just going to hurt if your there okay? Just, let her go for a while. I'll try and get here memories back. I'll notify you when that happens."
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