Collision by Alyx D. Vacca (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📕

had no comment except a smile. Finally able to breath again we began our search for nice warm bed. Yeah right, although that would be nice. Our legs wobbled, it was getting cold, and it was getting very dark. Maybe we could find some sympathetic person to let us stay in their house for the night. *Sigh* "Tobi? I am hungry, let go and find some nice person and beg from them 'Kay?" Tobi got out his pad o' paper and writ down his most wonderful words yet, "Where is the closest Krispy Kreams? I have money, let's get some DONUTS!" Yes! I found a local who looked as though he enjoyed donuts and asked him where we could get some whilst trying not to look so starved that I was about to keel over and die from hunger and exhaustion. And like I anticipated (which was very shallow of me) he knew exactly where to go and how to get there. Although I probably just repeated myself. Leaving the donut factory, munching on sugary goodness we ran smack dab into (or Tobi did) some fancy lady with her teacup poodle. Both Tobi and the lady fell backwards, the dog jumping out of his persons arms and into the street where the little thing met a horrible end under the tires of a semi-truck. The lady had spun to watch the dog as he jumped out of her arms and screamed at his death. "NO!" Tobi's eyes were large with horror and I had screamed along with the woman. People from inside the store came out to see what had happened. In the confusion Tobi leaped to his feet and pulled me into Krispy Kreams and out the back door. We ran without looking back. I did not say anything, I knew that he would feel horrible whatever I said or tried to say. Later as we found a soft place in the grass in a nature park to sleep, I said, "Tobi, it was not your fault." He ignored me. I sighed and we both tried to sleep.
The next day we were up and running again. We hitch hiked some of the way and managed to get half way through Kentucky before having to stop. That night was like the others only slightly different. Tobi tapped my shoulder as tried to get comfortable under the unoccupied bridge. Let me tell you something, if anyone ever tells you that cement is nice and soft to sleep on, DO NOT listen to them! It's pure hell! "Yeah Tobi? What is it?" He passed me a note and then turned and went to sleep. I tried to make out what it said but it was way to dark. I would read it in the morning. He obviously did not want to talk about whatever he had written so it would not matter if I read it tomorrow. The next day Tobi looked at me, for what I could only assume was an answer and I told him that I had not read it yet, it was to dark last night. He nodded and looked away, as if he had written something on that little piece of paper that he really wished he hadn't. Halfway though the day when Tobi was walking a little ways in front of me, I pulled out his letter (for that was indeed what it was, more than a conversation starter like usual) and read it quickly so that he would not catch me reading it. However that was rather pointless seeing how after I read it I had to read it again to make sure that I was reading it right.
"Jayd, I know that your response to this will probably be a mixture of reassurance, comfort and indignation. But I am going to write this anyways. Jayd, our relationship has changed drastically these past few months, and that is fine except I no longer know where I stand. Are we friends? Are we dating? Or are we nothing except travel partners? Nothing makes since anymore, and I just want clarification. I like to know where I stand in life and after I know that I can rest more easily except for possibly heart-break. Let me know soon please? Also, I might want to talk so could you give me your answer when we are stopped? Thanks.
Tobi

There are some times I wish Tobi could read my mind, like now for instance. I could tell him anything and yet he wont believe me because of some reason or other. He would tell me, but only after a while. Also, it was not just our relationship that changed. We both changed, Tobi and myself. I felt different inside my own skin and Tobi was completely different, either that or he was still adjusting to not being able to talk. I was thinking about this all through the day so I did not notice when a car turned when I was crossing the street and hit me dead on. I fell hard on to the ground and the car did not stop. It ran right over me and kept going. Nothing was staying clear, I was fading in and out of consciousness. I stayed conscious long enough to hear the sirens and then I was gone.
When I awoke it was near night on the second day of December. I had been out for three days. Suddenly I felt a surge of anger! Where was that son of a bitch that ran over me! I wanted to tear him to shreds! A nurse came in then. "Hello," he said. "How are you feeling?" I stared at him for a moment and then shook my head to clear it and answered, "Fine, I guess. What happened?" He grimaced. "Some idiot ran you over. I don't suppose you managed to get his license plate before you passed out huh?" I smiled and shook my head. "Hey, did someone named Tobi come here for me? It's really important!" Now it was his turn to shake his own head. "He did but we told him that we could only let your family members in. He mute?" "Yes. Are you sure that you couldn't make just one exception for us? We might as well be family." "Nope, sorry," he said cheerily. "Do you want to use a phone to call your legal family and your friend Tobi's cell?" "He doesn't have a cell," I grumbled, but I nodded all the same. It would be nice to talk to my mom again and hear my dad's funny deep voice. As soon as the nurse left I heard a tapping sound on my window. I turned and saw Tobi standing on the small ledge out side my third-floor window. "Tobi!" I hissed. "What the fucking hell are you doing?" I tried to get up only to find that my leg was broken and bound in a thick cast. I heard foot steps from outside my door. I made quick and urgent gestures for him to hide, apparently he got the message because by the time the nurse opened the door he was gone. "Hey!" He said putting the phone down. "Need anything else?" I pretended to think for a moment before saying, "Could you open the window? It's a little stuffy in here." "Sure!" He nodded. Once the window was open and he turned around I asked him what my condition was. "Well... Your leg is broken in three places and one of your ribs on your right side is broken as well, not to mention your entire left side is one massive bruise." I sighed (I seemed to be doing that a lot again) and then groaned. my lung hurt too. "How long do you think I will be in here?" He thought about it for a while, "Maybe a month and a half to two months. I don't know, they have not finished evaluating you yet." I thanked him and he left. Once the door closed Tobi was back, this time looking like he was about to be sick. He crawled through the window and went straight to the bathroom and from the sound of it did exactly what I thought he would. He came back a while later and went up to me with a piece of paper in his hand. I took it and read, "How are you? How long are you in for? And why the hell did you just walk into the road like some kind of lunatic!?" I told him everything the nurse had told me, and to his last question, "I was kind of spaced that day. I wasn't paying very good attention to my surroundings." He snorted as if to say "Obviously!" And for the rest of the day we play hide and go seek with the nurses and doctors. Tobi ducking in and out of hiding when ever one was heard in the hall.
The next day was no different, except for a little more painful (they kept on drawing blood for some reason). By the time night came we were pretty bored. "Hey Tobi, let's play hangman," I said, that should tell you how dull life in the hospital can be. He nodded and brought out his note book and drew the little doodle for hangman. We played four times and then we were bored once again. Finally I decided to answer, or bring up, his question/ letter. "Tobi? You know that question you asked me? About where you stand and stuff?" Aren't I eloquent! "Um... I don't really know why you were asking that, I thought it was pretty clear what we were, are, to each other." Tobi looked at me for a moment then flipped the leafs of his notebook to a clear page and wrote. When he handed it back to me he did so with a blank face. It read: "Jayd, if it was clear to me I wouldn't be asking you, now would I? So will you please outright answer the question and let me go on with my life?" Now it was my turn to stare at him. "Are you breaking up with me?" Real original huh? He made a face and held out his hand for his notebook. I gave it to him and he wrote: "Were we ever really together? I think I love you Jayd, but I am not so sure if you do me, until the answer is clear I don't really know what we are or aren't." After reading that I sat back and thought about what he had said. Did I love him? Like that anyways, I know I love him as a friend. But such as that? Do I? I thought long and hard about it until I came to a conclusion. This was probably stupid