SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope

2• Now It Begins

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"Hey North, how do you feel?" The Doctor asked.

That question kept popping up. I didn't know how I felt.

*Please stop asking me this.*

"We didn't aspect you to wake up anytime soon, it must be a miracle" he said.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little bit hungry" I replied with an enfeebled voice. 

"The impact you had when you fell, broke few of your bones and split a little hole in your head, only through our experts were we able to stop the blood that was constantly flowing out, leaving in mind that you would be in a coma for Atleast 2 months" he said, forcing my mom to break down in tears again.

"It truly is a miracle. Maybe someone up there doesn't want you to go just yet" he chuckled.

I gave him a faint smile and asked, "when will I be ready to leave?"

He replied after going through the clipboard he held.

"Well honestly, you could leave by tomorrow, because you are already healed. Your body temperature seems fine and your vitals are alright. And you bones.... are looking okay, but are still showing little fractures. And we still need to run few more tests, so it is save to stay for a couple of days."

"Yeah he will, he is gonna stay." My mom quickly responded with an imposing tone, looking at me with an eye that yelled; "North Davison, you don't have a choice!"

Oh well, I didn't want her more worried than she already was. So I did not impose. 

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Three days later

Back to school, back to the same place that almost killed me.

"How in the world is he alive?"

"Bro, it's that guy"

"Hey look!"

"Oh my gosh, how is he not dead?"

These were the voices I heard as I walked through the hallway. 

"Can't they just be quiet" I mentally wished as I attempted to focus on getting myself to class. 

As I stepped into class, I heard it. The voice, that voice that makes your heart pound faster the moment you hear it. The voice that places radioactive butterflies into your stomach.

"North?" The voice called.

Yep, it's Ashlyn, my crush from 6th grade, the same person I stopped from taking her own life, that Ashlyn.

"Oh my God! North, you're okay" she said, her voice laced with concern after running to give me a hug.

"Hey, Ashlyn. Yeah I'm okay" I replied with a faint smile.

*She's okay, thank God!*

"I went to the hospital the other day to check up on you and your mom, but I heard you woke up and have been discharged. I didn't have your number to call, so I just prayed I would see you in school to know if you were really fine. So are you, really?"

"Yeah. I feel good" I replied with a smile.

"Great! I was so worried the whole time. And North"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for what you did for me that night. I... I don't.. I'm really sorry for putting you through all this" She said, as tears began to drop from her eyes. 

"It's okay Ashlyn. I am fine now, you do not need to worry. And thank you for visiting me and my mom. She told me a girl had been coming to visit when I was asleep to check up on me. I figured it was you" I said, giving off a warm smile.

"Okay. Mr Davis and Mrs Hoods, you can have your seats now, class is about to begin. And Mr Davis, we're glad you pulled through" Mrs Olivier said while entering the class. 

"Hey, did little birdie try to fly!" Jake, one of the class jockey asked me when I tried taking my sit. 

Jake and I didn't see eye to eye. He felt like because his dad owned part of the school, he could do whatever he liked.

What a dump question anyway, so I ignored him.

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The bell rang, signaling the first class was over. It was boring, mainly because I knew everything about the topic.

Programming languages. The topic I have been studying since when I was 9. I developed interest in programming languages because I saw how much programmers get paid. Getting that kind of cash would make life easy for my mom, and I could get a job at an early age, maybe working for the big companies like Microsoft or Apple.

"Hey, birdie!" Jake yelled from his seat.

"You didn't like my joke?!" He asked, his tone laced with mock offense and a hint of playful indignation.

"That joke was a masterpiece! Your lack of laughter is a travesty" he exclaimed, leaving his friends, Max and Nate laugh out as they all walk closer toward me.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you that time, my mind was clouded" I replied with a lax expression on my face. 

"Oh clouded, huh? Because of how Ashlyn's tits were all over you" he sneered.

"No, other stuff" I coughed, still with a lax expression. 

Clearing his throat, he took few steps forward, leaving him an inch or two away from me.

"Look birdie! Do not think because you became a little celebrity you can put your hands all over my girl, better know your place!" He said, then he bumped me out of the way to leave the class.

"Ugh...." I sighed. "Your girl? Ashlyn wouldn't date you even if you were the last guy on earth" I muttered. "Little Birdie? You are just taller than me with a centimeter"

I sighed again.

It was then time for music class and I knew I was gonna be late. I rushed to class, but got there late.

"Good morning Mr Alfred" I greeted while stepping into class, a class filled with teenagers that kept staring like they saw a ghost. 

"Morning Mr Davison, you are late!" He stated with a face that looked like it needed a good sleep. 

"Sorry sir, I was...." I replied, trying to find an excuse. 

"No need for an excuse, I'll let it pass! Go take a seat" he uttered.

I walked over to my seat at the far right side of the class, grabbed it and sat.

But something was wrong.

Then I realized I forgot my instrument. 

"Crap! Home? No, still on the roof. Shit!" I muttered. 

*How can I forget! If I ask Mr Alfred for time to go get it, I'm definitely getting detention cause he does not like when anyone disrupt his class.*

I stared out the window, mentally wishing he doesn't call for a union play.

"Ugh...." I sighed. 

"Hey, I noticed you aren't with your instrument. You can use mine, we play the same instrument" someone voiced.

"What?" I responded, turning to my right to see Michael, whose seat was next to mine. 

"You didn't bring yours, right? So you can use mine. I am not too good with it. I brought my flute anyways, so Mr Alfred won't mind. Here" he whispered, lowering his instrument towards me.

"Oh waw, thanks!" I whispered back, but this time not silent enough.

"Mr Davison! I see you want to volunteer to play" Mr Alfred exclaimed with a high tone. 

"Oh, no sir, my hands weren't up" I replied giving a worried smile.

"Oh no, I insist. Get your violin and come over here to play this beautiful piece made by the famous Ikimono Gakari - Blue Bird" he now demanded. 

I sighed, then picked Michael's violin and went to the front of the classroom, to now see Mr Alfred on his bench, ready to play the keyboard. 

"Okay Davison, go ahead" 

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