Breathe For Me

Breathe For Me

Ed’s P.O.V.

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I slowly drifted through the tunnel, swallowed up by black, I was scared. What was happening how did I get here? Last I remembered, I was driving to Cassie’s house for her end-of year party. As much as I willed to turn around a stronger force was pulling me forward. Suddenly out of no where, a bright light appeared before my eyes, finally I was free, I could go home, or not because in the light, there stood my father. I was dead wasn’t I? How did this happen?

He smiled that glorious smile I remember and then frowned, his face read; I don’t want you here, not yet.

“Edward not yet, go, you need to breathe a little while longer.”

As soon as my supposed to be deceased father stated that, I flew back into the tunnel, where I once again was surrounded by darkness. I tried finding an escape, but all i kept doing was falling into the black. Where was I? And what was going on? Is anyone there to hear me out? CASSIE!!!

Cassie’s P.O.V.

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I looked at him, his image slowly becoming less visible. Once I thought I had finished crying more tears sprang to my eyes, never in my life had I felt so sad and empty.

I loved him, he was my Ed, and we were going to go to the Hamptons this summer, take a road trip to Dartmouth together and now this. We were ruined, I already heard the doctors discuss that his survival was slim…but me being not so optimistic completely made it harder on me.

I placed his fragile, smooth hand in mine and squeezed it. I only heard about people slipping into comas after a fatal car accident, and then I didn’t know I would watch someone close to my heart experiencing it.

This was totally unfair, but not only to me, but for the one person who probably loves Ed more than I do, his mom; Patricia Francis. I looked over at her and sighed, at that particular moment more tears streamed down my face, she had gone through so much in the past few years. It was just one year ago when her husband passed away from a stroke. The thing is she couldn’t let go, which had caused her to appear insane and now that she finally became sane, this happens her one and only child goes into a coma.

My duty to Ed was to talk to him, the doctor said talking to the patient is good for them, but I don’t see how, it’s not like he can respond, even so I still talk to him. I let him know how everything is going, and that his friends come all the time, but that his mom won’t let anyone else in the room. “They miss you, so do I…I love you Ed.”

Ed’s P.O.V.

I hear her. I love her. I need her. I want her. I breathe her. Cassie is a strong pessimist–it’s unbelievably cute though–so this is a big shocke to me, r for her to have so much hope, does this mean she really loves me?

I couldn’t stand this though; she already flatly stated I was in a coma. This is one of the worst things that could happen to me to anyone in general. I always read about people slipping off into coma’s not knowing that one day it would happen to me.

I love that I can hear her, hear her cry, hear her whine and complain, hear her smile, hear her tell me ‘I love you’ and hear her tell me to hold on a little longer. That’s how you know she loves me.

What I hated (and normally I’m not one to hate) as much as I willed to respond she’d never hear my cries. Everyday when she’s around I yell “I’m here, I’m here!!” But she can’t hear me no one can.

At times like these I wish I was the pessimist in our relationship not her, I just wished I wasn’t always so optimistic.

Cassie’s P.O.V.

“Ed keep breathing for me, each breath you breathe tells me you have a chance of surviving, each breathe you breathe is keeping the only hope I have in me alive. I know you must be in excruciating pain to hear me and not be able to respond. But I want you to know I’m praying and hoping for you to survive this. I know you’re probably laughing at me being so optimistic but you really matter to me, and I love you, you need to know that.” Once I had said that his hand twitched. Ms. Francis seemed to have noticed because she quickly got up out of her chair, and rushed to go find a nurse or a doctor.

“I saw him move! I know he moved my son, will be alright, I know he will escape this coma,” I heard her yell, I pretty sure the whole floor heard her.

A few nurses came in and said they’d run some tests but everything was the same as before, he wasn’t getting any better. In fact he was beginning to look paler than usual.

“It’s only natural for the body to twitch during the coma state,” one of the nurses stated.

Tears started to well up in my eyes; I had to get out of there. I walked over to Ed’s bedside and whispered “Please keep breathing” kissed him on the forehead and walked out

Ed’s P.O.V.

This pessimist was pretty optimistic (just like the song) it was humorous I will admit. All I had to do is breathe, so Cassie I’ll keep breathing for you. “I LOVE YOU CASSAUNDRA WILKENSON!!” I yelled even though I knew there’d be no response.

“His hand moved,” I heard her say.

I then heard my mom yelling at what I assume to be nurses “I saw him move! I know he moved, my son will be alright, he’s going to escape this coma."

“Ma’am, please calm down, we’ll run some tests,” and unrecognizable voice said…I grew to know what all the nurses sounded like but this one was different.

After what seemed like 5 hours, what I believe was a nurse said “It’s only natural for the body to twitch in the coma state”

Cassie then whispered “Please keep breathing”

My heart started to beat slower than normal, like it was going to stop. Everything went black and I felt like my throat was closing, the blood stopped pumping throughout my veins and i felt ice cold. What was happening? Death was finally knocking at my door, I was dying wasn’t I? I love you Cassandra.

Cassie’s P.O.V.

The morning after I told Ed to keep breathing I got a phone call from his mom, “He slipped away from me Cassie, I’m not sure where to go from here, and I’ve lost everything….

I didn’t even wait to finish what she was saying; I dropped my cell phone and ran to the hospital not caring that I only had on pajamas and my fuzzy slippers.

I looked him over, his body was there, but it wasn’t him. He was so pale, his lips were blue and he felt so cold. He wasn’t the Ed I once knew the one that would brighten up a room, just by entering it. But he wasn’t brightening up this room, this room was grey, damp and dead, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to do it again…he was gone and this time around he wasn’t coming back.

I looked at his mom, she was so calm and acceptive of her sons’ death so I asked, “How can you accept this so easily?”

“Because everything under the sun has a season, there’s a time to live, and a time to die, it was Edward’s time to die, his season came to and end. And…and I need to let go, because if I don’t do it now I never will,” she explained.

“But, Ms. Francis, you can’t let go yet,” I whined.

“I know, but I want to.”

Ed’s P.O.V.

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I’m finally free; I feel like Edward Francis again, I was free to dance, free to move…I was free again.

I looked up and saw a majestic light, my body started to float up towards up to it. My dad waved to me and said “It’s good to see you again son.”

This time I managed to stop myself, I wasn’t going into the light, at least not yet, “It’s good to see you too, but before I join you, there’s something I need to do.”

He smiled and then nodded.

I quickly ventured off to Cassie’s house, I looked in through the window and immediately grew sad, I wish I could have controlled this; my death had caused her so much pain. I watched as she soaked up her pillow with her tears. She was my first and last love, one I will miss.

I drifted towards her and said, “I love you and I tried so hard to breathe for you, but it was my time to go.”

She pulled her head out the pillow, wiped away the tears and said “Ed?”

“I am here, but I won’t be back, do one thing for me though, please do not waste the rest of your life mourning on my death, those who mourn will be comforted, if you believe it, it will happen

“I love you so much, but if another fellow pops up in your life go out with him, please…I’ll always be in your heart, so this way I’ll appear in your dreams when you want me to,” I stated.

“I promise you and I will always love you too,” she answered back.

“Farewell my love,” I said softly.

“Bye-bye Ed,” and with that she went back to soaking up her pillow.

Cassie’s P.O.V.

I sat in the front row, while Ed’s pastor described what a wonderful person he was. I couldn’t bear to hear Ed’s name mentioned. It would send chills throughout my whole body, it still stung…I missed him.

I decided it would be best for me to detach myself from this funeral and so I travelled off to a happier place, a place where me E danced in the sun, feeling the warmth of the sun on our skin…I could never have been so overwhelmed with joy…but in a split second everything vanished, caused by a sharp pain I felt in my side.

It turned out to be my mom, she had nudged me, it was my turn to speak. I wasn’t prepared for this.

I closed my eyes, took a few breaths, in an out, all I had to do was breathe. I kissed the necklace which Ed had given me on my birthday and softly said to myself “You may not have been able to breathe for me, but I can do something for you, so I’ll breathe for you…I love you Ed”