Promises of Forever
Analisa stared out of the window as the bus slowly
ascended the winding
road. The colorful splases of fall were all but
invisible to her as other
images held her mind in their powerful grip. Her
parents had taken her to
school that morning on their way to work via a
different route, but Analisa knew
she'd have to ride the bus home since they
would not be able to pick her up as
well. She had tried to block that fact
out of her mind and just concentrate on
getting through the first day of
school. Today only confirmed what she had
known all along; it would be better
to go to a new high school than to remain at
Bailey and endure the pitying
looks and curious stares she had received during
the day. At least no one at
another school would know about the accident. It
was hard enough reliving it
every single day on her own; she didn't need to face
the constant reminders
in her classmates' eyes and even in the school itself.
From the moment
she entered Baily High School's double doors that
morning, the torment became
unbearable. There were memories everywhere she
turned. Two conspiciously
empty seats on the left side of the lobby where David
and Tony had waited on
she and Karen to arrive at school were more than she
could handle. Analisa
would have stopped in her tracks, frozen by that sight,
if there had not been
hundreds of students streaming through the doors. She
found herself being
pushed along in a direction, she really didn't want to go:
the hall way
leading to her locker. Analisa knew she would have to do this at
some time
during the day; there was no avoiding it, but why did it have to be so
soon?
As she slowly walked down the corridor with its black and white tiled
floor,
she barely noticed the hush that fell in her wake. She neared the trophy
cabinet and paused briefly. David's locker was the tenth one down from the
case. Analisa continued her trek down the hall. Each step getting increasingly
more difficult to take.
One...two...three.... She felt her lungs
constrict like a vise was
slowly squeezing the air from her body.
Four...Five.... Her mouth was
suddenly dry. Six...seven...eight.... She knew
her heart was beating
erractically, extremely fast one second and barely
beating the next. Nine...
Analisa went numb all over. Ten....David's locker.
She turned to look at the
bright red door. Unconsciously, her hand raised to
touch the metal surface.
Suddenly, she became acutely aware of the silence
that enveloped her. Analisa
looked around her and noticed that nearly half of
the student body was staring
at her. She returned her attention to the locker
for a brief moment before
frantically racing into the nearby restroom. The
door had barely closed behind
her when Analisa slid down the wall in tears.
This was not the first time she had broken down, but it was usually in
private. Most of her summer had been spent recuperating in the hospital. The
few times she had ventured outside after the accident were torture. She went
into hysterics in the hospital solarium when she saw a car drive by that
resembled the one Tony had driven. The doctor had ordered her to be sedated and
had scheduled a couple of counseling sessions with one of the staff
psychologists. Throughout it all, she kept insisiting she was fine and by all
outward appearances she appeared to be just that, on the inside she was locked
in her own mental nightmare.
Suddenly, the passing scenery jerked Analisa's
attention from her
thoughts. The bus was nearing the exact spot of the
accident. She struggled
against the urge to scream and desparately wanted to
curl up in a ball, but the
bus was too crowded. She had went to her "spot"
instinctively, not even
realizing she was there until everyone had gotten on
board. Analisa tried to
tear her eyes away from the window, but she could
not. The tire marks had long
since faded; the twisted, broken guardrail had
been replaced, but the screams
still lingered. Analisa found herself, once
again, returning to that night.
Analisa and David sat in the back seat of
Tony's car as they drove home
from a friend's end of school party. Karen, her
best friend, and Tony were
arguing in the front. It started over a girl that
Tony had once dated making an
appearance at the party and had escalated from
a small tiff into a full blown
confrontation. Analisa tried to block out as
much of the bickering as possible.
As far as she was concerned, she had had a
great time at the party. Even the
slight headache she was starting to get
could not dampen her spirit. She sighed
and rested her head on David's
shoulder. As usual, he put his arm around her
shoulders and pulled her close.
Analisa smiled in the darkness, closed her
eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
She had no idea how long she napped. Her only
memory was hearing Karen scream
"Look out!" mere seconds before the car swerved
to miss something and plunged
down the steep embankment. Analisa knew the car
had rolled several times
before it came to a stop at the base of a tree. She
had been thrown around
the car almost like a rag doll and somehow ended up
wedged in the floor
between the seats with David laying on top of her. She
remembered trying to
open her eyes, but an excruciating pain made everything go
black. Her next
memories were sound fragments: sirens blaring, metal being
torn apart, glass
crunching underfoot and an occaisonal voice. "Four of
them..." "Almost got
her..." "This one's critical..." "Need the basket..."
"Mercy's standing by."
"NO!!!"
Analisa was abruptly brought back to the present by the sound of
her own
voice. She had not been aware that she had even spoken. She looked
around the
bus the silent bus for someone, anyone who could give her an
explanation. As
her gaze met each of her classmates, they averted their eyes.
Tears threatened
to fall and Analisa wondered for the thousandth time why no
one spoke to her.
Everyone was aware of her presence, but no one gave any
acknowledgement. She
knew the accident had been quite a shock to everyone.
But, what about me? she
thought. It happened to me. I was there. As the bus
rolled past the spot of
her torment, Analisa regained some control over her
emotions. Feeling very
much alone in the world, she leaned her head against
the window and tried
not to cry.
The bus soon reached her stop. Analisa
walked the short distance to her
house and for the first time all day, felt a
sense of relief. She had a couple
of hours yet before her parents came home
from work. Undoubtedly, someone would
have told them about what happened.
Analisa quickly ran upstairs to her
bedroom; it was the only place she was at
ease. Momentos of dates with David
were still displayed around the room.
Movie stubs, snap shots, and a poem that
he had written adorned the bulletin
board above her bed. Their prom portrait
remained on the nightstand. It was
the last picture that was taken of the two
of them together. The photos had
arrived about two weeks before that night.
Analisa threw her books on the bed
and walked to the dresser. Picking up the
jewelry box, she retrieved the only
piece in it: David's class ring. Her mother
had placed the ring there for
safe keeping after the hospital staff removed her
jewelry. It was all that
she had left of him. It had only been worn one time
since then and that was
when she attended David's funeral service.
The doctors' had been vehemently
opposed to letting her out of the
hospital even for the couple of hours that
she would have been gone. Analisa
was just as determined if not more so to be
there with David one last time.
Only two weeks had passed since the accident
and her injuries, while not fatal,
were extensive. Most of her injuries had
been internal, but she did have a
concussion, several cracked ribs, as well
as cuts and bruises all over. Her
doctors' argued that she was too weak to
even sit in a wheelchair which was her
suggestion to the dilemma. In the end,
it was her tearful pleas that had
swayed the phyiscian into discharging her
for the services. David's family had
arranged for her to see him privately
for a few minutes.
Analisa's father pushed the wheelchair to right up to the
side of the
coffin. He gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head before
leaving the
chapel. Her gaze moved around the room, seeing the hundreds of
flower baskets
that lined the walls. Most of them, she guessed were from the
students of
Bailey High School. David had been involved in a lot of
extra-curricular
activities: varsity football and basketball, student council
vice-president, and
an honor student. On either side of the chapel, there
were big displays of his
jerseys with various pictures and awards. Analisa
purposely avoided looking
directly in front of her. She just could not accept
the fact that all of this
was really happening. She kept praying it was some
kind of horrible nightmare
and it would go away as soon as she woke up, but
she knew she was not sleeping
and the nightmare was real.
Unable to avoid
the inevitable, Analisa finally turned her gaze to the
pale blue coffin. From
her seat, she could barely see over the rim. She wanted
to see him -- needed
to see him -- to what, she wondered. She couldn't,
wouldn't say goodbye. It
was too soon. She was not ready to do that yet.
Gathering what little
strength she had inside her, Analisa put her hands on the
wheelchair arm
rests and pushed herself up until she was standing. Her legs
felt like they
were limp pieces of cooked speghetti and they threatened to give
out from
under her at any second, but she was upright. Tears started to fall as
she
stared into the coffin. Analisa unclenched her right hand which she had
held
in a tight fist from the moment she left the hospital. Her mother had
given
her David's class ring as they drove to the funeral home. It was only
fitting
that she return it to him in the same manner he gave it to her, with
love and
gentleness. She stared at the gold ring with its bright red stone and
engraved insignias. I can't...I just can't. This isn't right. It shouldn't be
this way. We should have gone together. It should have been all of us or none
of us. Analisa tore her eyes away from the ring and forced herself to finally
look at David's face. It was that one small act that exhausted what little
strength she had somehow found. She felt a soothing blackness wash around her
and this time did not fight it. In seconds, Analisa crumpled to the floor, the
ring still in her hand.
Coming back to reality, she unfastened the chain that
had been her first
gift from David and slipped it through the ring. She
slipped the ring turned
pendent under her shirt so that it was close to her
heart and threw herself onto
the bed. She picked up the framed prom picture
and held it tightly, unable to
stop the tears. It isn't fair. It just isn't
fair, she thought over and over.
Analisa glanced at the alarm clock. It was
four-thirty; David would be calling
soon; then she remembered she would never
again hear his laughing voice on the
other end of the telephone line. Unable
to endure the desolation any longer,
she replaced the photo, blindly rushed
down the stairs and out the front door.
She just walked, unaware of neither
the direction nor the destination.
When she finally stopped, Analisa had no
idea how long she had been
walking or even where she was; her mind had been a
complete blank throughout the
journey. She looked around and realized she was
standing in the middle of
Serenity Gardens Cemetery. Numbly, Analisa glanced
down at the marker and
realized she was at David's gravesite. How could she
have known where to find
him? She had lost consciousness before the funeral
even started. She sat down
beside the grave. Drawing her knees to her, she
rested her head on them. Tears
fell unchecked as great sobs escaped. Analisa
cried, not only for David, but
for Karen and Tony as well. Karen had been her
best friend since kindergarten
and of course she had gotten to know Tony
because of Karen.
It had been Karen's mother who broke the news to her weeks
after the
accident. Once Analisa regained consciousness, her first thoughts
were of David
and her friends. She kept asking where they were and if they
were all right,
but her questions either went unanswered or she was given
vague replies.
Finally, Mrs. Hartford broke down and gently explained to
Analisa that both her
daughter and Tony had been killed instantly. Their
funerals took place during
the days that Analisa had been in a coma. Mrs.
Hartford also told her that
while David had survived, he was in critical
condition. Everyone surmised that
somehow during the crash, he had shielded
Analisa from further injury with his
body. Suddenly, while the two of them
were talking, there was a great commotion
in the hospital corridor. Buzzers
and bells were ringing and the hospital staff
was rushing about with a
contained frenzy. No. Not David. Not now. Not
before I've had a chance to see
him. Mrs. Hartford left to see what was
happening, but returned a few minutes
later to confirm Analisa's worst fears.
David had went into cardiac arrest
and they were not able to revive him. She
was the only one left.
A cool
breeze awakened Analisa from her reverie. The sun was beginning
to set and
the sky was painted in varying hues of reds, purples and pinks.
Sunset had
been David's favorite time of the day. Many times the two of them
hiked to
the top of the hill that overlooked the town and watched the sky change
from
day to night. Analisa traced his name engraved on the marker with her
finger.
Why did you have to leave me? You promised you wouldn't, but you did.
Aren't
promises supposed to be forever? We never even got to say good bye and
that's
what hurts most. She glanced up just in time to see the sun disappear
behind
the moutains. It was twilight time, that brief moment between light and
dark.
What the sun leaves behind, the moon will finish. That had been David's
quote. An eternal circle, that can never be broken. The meaning of life
written in the sky.
"David, forgive me. I should have remembered." As she
spoke, Analisa
removed the necklace from her neck and tied it to the vase so
that the ring
would show underneath the flowers. "You didn't really leave me.
You will
always be with me, in the setting of the sun and the rising of the
moon.
Good-bye David. I won't forget again. I promise.""