Chapter Eleven:

My appointment for the soon-to-be-coming-Alzheimer was today, and I feared I would forget more than just one word. The doors opened and I felt the small rush of wind made by the door upon my neck. Sweat broke out under my pits and across my forehead. I couldn’t stand straight for a moment, and the blood rushing through my eyes pounded. I feared the result and future more today than I ever have before.

Oliver wanted to come today but I told him no. He was really disappointed in my choice but I knew he knew that was a wise decision. If Oliver were here to see me forget one word, maybe even more, he would know that me he has now will dwindle away slowly. Bits by bits, and soon I’ll no longer be his.

No one was in the room yet so I sat myself. I placed my hands, folded over themselves, upon my lap and patiently waited for the dire coming. The door reopened and I saw my best friend walk in, Jen, and take a seat in front of me. She grasped my hand and gave a quick squeeze before asking me the same question that starts the appointment.

“What are the three words from last week, Dylan?”

What are those three words that were placed before me after last week’s set? I remember one is pole-vaulting, because Oliver did that in high school. Ugh, I need two more words. G-gu-guan-guanine? Guanine! Okay, just one more word, Dylan. You can do this. I know I can, so just remember. Remember for Oliver, for his wish of our future.

“Pole-vaulting and Guanine are the two first words, correct?” I stated.

Jen nodded, “Now, do you remember the last one?”

No. I can’t remember it. But, I won’t leave this room without furthermore saying the last word. I just, I just know it start with a vowel. A vowel that is…Sand Pipe, wait, no, that’s not right.

Costumes of every kind were all around me. Superheroes, monsters, movie characters, wizards, and animals were all the choices the people had on. I looked down to my outfit to see Super-Girl. The pink skirt with the blue top and pink logo, and a pink cape decorated me. 

I felt a hand cover my eyes and another hold my waist. “Guess who?”

Oh, I know this voice. This is the voice that melted my insides and whispered stories and love into my ears. This charming voice belonged to Kyle. Kyle, my love, my one and only, my soul-mate.

“Um, could it be my boyfriend?” I giggled.

A deep voice overtook his original and quietly said next to my ear, “I am the man in the cave with the friends of bats to comfort me when my purple headed lady friend isn’t there to love me.”

“Are you Batman?” I asked turning around with his hand still placed over my eyes.

“I could be. So, Super-Girl, are you my girlfriend on this very Halloween day?”

“I could only say yes if I knew that my boyfriend has his hand over my eyes blinding me from the rest of the world.”

“I assumed you could identify by my voice.” Kyle spoke.

“No, that’s quite difficult. You could be an imposter. I can identify my boyfriend only by his lips.” I told him. “The textures of his lips are familiar to mine and I would tell the moment he laid his upon mine.”

A pair of lips roughly placed themselves against mine wanting entrance within seconds of pleasure. I knew they were Kyle’s because only his lips could be larger than mine. His upper lip is bigger than mine and normally overflows onto my skin above the upper lip. 

“Oh, you are my boyfriend. So, may I see his face?” I mumbled against his mouth. A hand came off my face revealing the bright strobe lights and his face. What beautiful features that he beholds. “Hi,”

“Hello love,” Kyle said with a smirk.

The surroundings around me blurred and slowed down. It was like a movie scene when the camera circles the love birds. How it had the lights reflecting off their skin from the different angels. How their eyes wouldn’t leave the other. How the music lowered and gradually dwindles.

Kyle’s fingers stroke my cheek. The touch shuts down my brain and my senses burn with fire. My cheeks burn and tint with red as Kyle plays with my mask and leisurely uncover it from my face. No matter how many times this boy feels me I still blaze up with a wild fire of emotion and desire. His presence is a drug to me and I can’t stop smoking, inhaling, and drinking up him.

I lean forward and place my lips against his full ones. I move them along to the music we share. Measured passion mixed with cherry vodka of heat over a period of time. Our lips move in sync as Kyle touches my hips with his large hands and I shape my hands around his neck. My back is carefully pushed up a wall.

Both o four hearts are in it. He’s my desire, all of my three wishes from the genie in my lamp. It all feels good. If it’s all good then I know I will go with it; the affection and love we both distribute.

Kyle pulls away out of breath and with swollen lips. He heaves in two deep breathes before placing his chocolate eyes into mine. I bit my lip bursting with butterflies and having my insides tug and twist. Kyle placed a hand against my hip and another before the wall next to my head. Oh, how hot this moment was for me!

“Do you know how hard it is for me to not rip your costume off right now?” Kyle asked with a hint of a smirk.

I drag my index finger down his shoulder blade to the tip of his belt and hook onto one of the straps dragging him closer to me. “If it really drives you this crazy then maybe I should tease you just a little bit longer.” I say with an innocent face. I push my face close to his ear and nibble on it only for a second. Kyle quietly moaned and he pushed me away quickly.

“Not right now. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to.” He put out for me to know.

I know I’m young and that I should wait till I’m older and married, but that’s the problem. I don’t have any more time for theses great desires and feels that others can experience. My time is now, and I want it to be with the first person I’ve felt real feelings with and great affections for. Kyle is the person I want to steep to higher, more advance experience with.

“I know, and I want to do it with you.” I say quietly before placing a quick peck on his hand. “It’s you that I want to share such an important indulgence with.”

“Are you sure, love,” Kyle says, “I only want to do it if you’re a hundred and one percent sure.”

I clasp my hands around his wide face and say, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He takes my hand we take off to the elevator to ride up to his room. We giggle and chuckle as we zoom up three floors as the numbers go up one by one. The moment went all by fast before the doors open and we skipped and dance to his room while still holding hands. 

We reached his doors and the fast pace action came to a complete stop. Kyle pushed his door open and grabbed my waist as we paced inwards. He took off my top as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The top was flung to the floor and I grabbed his belt closer to me towards the bed. I pulled off his top off and kissed his shoulders while he traced my bra line on my back to the dimples at the bottom.

Kyle slowly pushed me on my back as he attacked my lips while moving his hands up and down my chest. I drew lines and shapes on his back and pulled him as close to myself as much as I could possibly do. He sat back up and unhitches his pants and pulled my skirt off slow-moving while deeply looking at my face.

I grabbed his chest back to me as we lied in our undergarments only. I pressed my lips back onto his and he went back to feel me. He released and began to suck on my neck and quietly moaned out wishing for it to continue forever. Soon, all of our garments were strewn to the floor and we intercourse with each other.

The experience all together was magic. I’ve never felt any closer to Kyle than I ever did then now. It was like my whole world flipped upside down and little fairy dust sprinkled all over me as I journeyed to land of dreams; Neverland. My virginity was given away in the best possible way, and if I had to redo it I wouldn’t. Instead I replay it over and over again feeling the great pleasure it gave me.

My head was placed over a naked skin, thumping, and alive heart of Kyle’s chest. A white cover was wrapped around my petite chest and over the lower half of Kyle. The television was turned on playing a baseball game. The two contenders were the Detroit Tigers and Kansas City Royals. It was the ninth inning. Both teams were tied with three; the Tigers were up on base. Two players on first and third base, and the batter was on home with two strikes and a ball. The Royal pitcher threw his ball and CRACK! The ball is hit to shortstop and he missed! Third base runs home! Homerun! The game is finalized with four to three and the Tigers jumping all over each with their won.

Kyle’s hand shot in the hair with a whoop. I grinned into his chest and he pecked my violet hair. Kyle was from Michigan before moving to the south in his beginning of junior high. That’s why he got into drugs at such a young age. Everything was taken away from him at a sudden urge to leave when his parents were divorcing. He found his mom on the beach with another man at their cottage one summer. His dad was jogging early that day and discovered his wife’s little affair. Kyle’s life tumbled down ever since that one summer day.

It’s so weird how one mistake made by you or someone close can change your whole story. It’s just so bizarre how an affair after a few drinks taken by his mother could lead to a moving of her son and ex-husband across the country. She stayed in Michigan until Kyle was placed in the hospital four years later.

His mom and father had to stay in the same house to care for and make Kyle’s life as comfortable as possible. A year later, they remarried after fixing out their problems and making new vows that’ll be easier and more fulfilling to keep. Kyle was glad they got back together, but at the moment he hated his mother. She had torn his whole world apart. How his life would’ve been completely different if he hadn’t moved south.

Story was the only reason he forgave his mom was because his dad told him their promise he made when Kyle was four months old. His dad walked out on his family after falling in love with his barista at the local café. His mom waited for him to come home for seven months. Almost a year later, before Kyle turned one, his dad came home depressed and wanting his old life back. His mother welcomed him back into her arms with no questions. They both vowed to wait for each other if they ever made another mistake like his as long as it took. Four years after the divorce his mom wanted to come home and Kyle’s dad let her.

“Are you happy?” I mumbled against his chest.

Kyle hummed a yes while twirling my hair between his fingers. He twirled and twirled my purple hair and hummed Count On Me by Bruno Mars. He can make such beautiful sounds with his vocals. It was kind of like a mixture of Zayn Malik’s singing voice with Niall Horan’s. Together mixed made an angelic sound. Just imagine it together and you can feel your insides melt and dance.

“Thanks,” I blurted out interrupting the charming noises of Kyle.

“For what,” he asked.

“For the amazing night and perfect infinity with you,” My voice projected.

My eyes traveled up to meet his brown ones and he held my chin in his hand. He kissed me. Again, again, again, and again he pressed his lustful lips on mine. Kyle pulled back and softly murmured in my ear, “I love you, and no problem baby.”

“I love you too.”

I returned to be all wrapped in his body. It was the place I felt safest and wanted to spend eternity. All was loved and protected between the two strong arms of his. 

I didn’t want to leave that memory, but my senses were awakened when I found my eyes opening to the shining light in them. All was white and gray figure stood blurry above me. I couldn’t tell where I was. My surroundings were a blank to me as I tried to sit up right. Where was I?

Where am I? This room seems unfamiliar to me. My eyes were still trying to adjust to the surroundings. My hearing was pin point and I could hear everything which confused me. Did I pass out, or did I die? I honestly have no clue since the people around me keep putting out different scenarios.

“Her eyes were glassy like those corpse in the basements after their surgery,” A female voice spoke aloud.

My eyes were glassy?

“Yeah, but that doesn’t explain the fact she was still breathing,” A male voice this time.

I was still breathing.

“How about the touch of coldness in her fingers and forehead,” I heard Chief say, “Only the dead have cold foreheads as cold as hers.”

A cold head and fingers, what?

“I’m still confused how her she was breathing if her nose or mouth was not giving oxygen into her lungs, which are in fact, fragile in her case.” The female voice spoke out again.

How can both my nose and mouth not give my lungs air?

“The question is the same, was Dylan dead or alive? And how can we fix this?” The male voice said.

Dead or alive, what’s wrong with me?

“It doesn’t matter now, all I know is the fact her codons have been changing gradually with her case of memory lost.” Chief Andris pointed out. “Dylan remembered two words from her recent appointment. Although, her second was hard for her to remember, she had to continue sputtering the word out until she got it. The last word she said was ‘Sand Pipe’. It wasn’t even close to what we had for her. This word must have triggered her brain to cancel and put her in this case.”

I really did say Kyle’s old nickname aloud, did I?

“Her DNA strand is very unique, and I’ve never experienced such a damaged process of replication in DNA from any other patient. This event happening in Dylan seems impossible to us doctors. We’ve never experienced a human having their DNA go through the process of mRNA that destroyed the whole original copy and changed it up.” The male voice said.

“We can’t cure her; she’s a violent mutant to our society. Who knows what her body will produce in the next twenty-four hours. She could change in a toad if possible!” The female voice stated.

What’s going on with my DNA? How could the replication through mRNA be destroying my original strand? What’s wrong with my body!

“Now, let’s not make such a deal with this discovery. I believe Dylan can hear us even when she’s not with us. Even when right now she’s not even in a coma.” Chief Andris tried to calm the other voices.

I’m not in a coma? Oh!

“Sir, Oliver Papke, he’s been trying to get to the girl.” I recognize Nurse Jim’s voice. “What should I do?”

Oliver has been trying to get to me? Is this really as serious as everyone is making it to be? Have I been here for hours, days?

“Let him in. I know my godson won’t stop till he gets to his girl. It’s just in the Papke’s blood.” Chief told Nurse Jim.

I heard the door close and then any time wasted the door reopen again. I could hear the sounds of feet coming in my direction, closer and closer. A hand and warm breath touch me. I knew the hand belong to Oliver when he entangled his with mine. I squeezed them to show him I was here. I heard a gasp.

“Is there something wrong, Oliver?” The male voice asked.

I squeezed his again, but this time to tell him not to tattle. “Ugh, no, sir, nothing is wrong.” Oliver rubbed his thumb between my palm to comfort me. In my head I smiled at the gesture. I could literally feel my cheeks burn in my head.

“Okay, then you can sit there with your girl and be quiet.”

“Sure, whatever you want, sir,” Oliver chuckled, “Not like I’m going to be a part of this. Dylan is the one who knows this medical stuff, not me.”

Even with my eyes close I could tell the male was clenching his fists and trying to hold back his scowl. Human gestures and air are very easy to read. That’s why a blind man is wiser than a seeing man. Kind of like a deaf man can hear the things a hearing couldn’t, for example, your pain, love, happiness, and sadness. A hearing could only catch a pitch of it but not the whole melody it plays for the deaf.

They continued to speak of my condition while I lied there with Oliver. With a half in he crawled into the bed with me and laid his head on my chest. His free hand was tapping to the beat of my heart upon my stomach while the others were immune to us. I wished desperately to wake and move to be with Oliver.

The others decided to phone all the hospitals in the state to find out if they had a patient similar to me. When the hospitals told them no they went to the whole country. Many have responded back with a no. Few said that they had patients with meek similarities. Nobody had a ninety percent close case to mine. I was the first in the country to have their DNA be different every twenty-four hours. 

My heart accelerated and my eyes released liquid between my shut eyelids. Oliver sat up quick and wiped my face with his finger and pecked my tear stained eye lids. He kissed my frozen lips quick before brushing y hair between his hands. “It’s okay, baby. Everything will be alright, you’re strong and I know you fight this battle.” Oliver tried to comfort me.

A kick in the gut isn’t a great feeling. Especially when nobody dared kicked me there. I felt my heart drop as I felt myself bleed out in my lady hood. I’m not on my period! My stomach was kicked harder this time and I felt my body jut forward in agonize. I spilled iron tasting fluids out of my moth, choking on it.

Screaming and yelling voices gathered around me. My eyes were still taped close as I felt my body breaking down. I could feel the warm liquid flowing down my hospital gown. The kicking in my stomach grew harder causing me more pain. I could tell my brain was losing oxygen quick and I felt dizzy. My head throbbed and banged horribly. I just want it to be put to an end.

“Dylan! Oh, what’s going on with her? Is she going to be okay? Oh, please be!” I heard Oliver sputter out with fear in his voice. I just wanted to pause the pain and hold him in my arms and tell him everything is going to be alright. That I’ll be fine and well soon, I just want to tell him that,

“Agh! Make it stop! Make it stop!” I bawled out. “It hurts, ow!”

It was black. Everything went black then it slowly dwindles into white. Not just any white, but like the white you see in the movies when a person dies and they see the light. I think I’m dying and I’m going to Heaven. A female figure stood in front of me dressed in black. Her hair was cherry red. She asked if I wanted to leave. At first I nodded my head she sprung large black wings. “Are you sure you want to leave Oliver behind and come home to Kyle yet?” Her voice swan over me bringing me warmth and dragging me closer to death. I told her yes. “Then let me kiss your boo-boos goodbye and all will be well.” That’s when I realized I was scared of death and wasn’t ready.

“No! Just not yet,” I spitted out before her lips sucked out my life.

The Angel of Death nodded her and bid me farewell until the next time we meet. My eyes open to a room with four heads in my face. There was young, handsome guy standing closer to me with beautiful golden eyes. An old man with graying hair stood farthest, but close. A middle age young woman and man were on either sides of me with a bucket of red liquid in a bucket.

“Dylan, are you okay?” The hot guy asked me.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked politely not answering his question in fear he wouldn’t like me.