Fourteen-year-old Emmy called out, her voice nearly lost in her
laughing, too, "Alright!"
and shaded her eyes with her hands, still staring a Mason, who
was halfway up the oak tree in Emmy's front-yard. Mason's
friends: Christian and Carson, were up in the tree,
Mason made his
way higher and higher up the tree, and Emmy studied the
landscaping of her front yard. On the ground, around the tree,
little flowers bloomed. The grass was bright green and taller in
some areas and needed a good mowing…
The sound of a
hand scraping against a branch and a muffled scream caused Emmy
to look up suddenly. She watched with wide eyes and dropped jaw
as Mason fell from the tree to the ground with a loud
afraid he may never walk again." The doctor told them very
Christian, Carson, and Mason's family along with a few other of
Mason's friends were crowded in the small waiting room of the
Oakville Medical Hospital. It was a small room, faintly lit by
one light-bulb in the middle of the room. It smelled like dust.
The walls were painted gray and the linoleum was black and white.
There were 5 chairs in the corner by a table with a stack of
breathing, twisting a piece of her long golden-brown hair. Her
light-blue summer dress and flip-flops could barely be seen
because of the poor lighting. Christian put his arm around her
and whispered, "I'm sorry," in her ear.
She pushed him
away; she didn't want to think about anything now- except
for a year, but known each other since they were babies. Emmy
loved Mason whole-heartedly. This never should've
"Can I see
him?" she asked the doctor.
Emmy was led
to a small door, which revealed an even smaller room. There was
one hospital bed. The window was mostly shaded, but just
un-covered enough to allow some moonlight to pour through,
illuminating Mason's pale face.
on the lamp on the table. Mason looked up at her; thank God he
hadn't hit his head.
Mason forced a weak smile.
expression stayed grim. "I'm sorry," she told him, tears forming
in her eyes.
It's not your fault!"
it's just my leg. I'll be out of here tomorrow with a wheelchair
and go on living my life!" He shouted.
quiet. She was kneeling beside his bed now.
The next day,
Mason was released from the hospital. In a wheelchair. He was
paralyzed from the waist down. Emmy held her tears back as she
pushed him out of the hospital.
Emmy would take him on walks. Down to the harbor was his favorite
place to walk. There was a long dock she would push him out
One day, she
walked him down the harbor, and then stopped when they reached
the end. She wheeled him around to face her. She bent down close
to his face. Her breath slowed. She leaned in closer, "I love
you," she whispered quietly. Then she kissed him. For minutes
they just stayed like that. Then Emmy sighed and stood back
someone called suddenly loudly from down the street. "Emmy! Come
"I'll be right
back," she said to Mason. She ran down the end of the dock and
looked around. There were a few little restaurants. She looked
behind them, between them, and everywhere, but couldn't find the
person that'd been calling her. She grimaced and ran back down
the dock to Mason.
wasn't there, just his wheelchair. She looked around confused and
stared dead-straight into the water. A scream caught in the back
of her throat. She tried to call for help but
fallen in. Emmy couldn't face the truth. Mason was gone. This
time for good.