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As I woke I felt the sunshine streaming onto my face. I struggled to open my eyes as it felt really heavy. I wanted to move my arms to block the sun out of my face, but it felt so heavy that I immediately gave up. I focused my eyesight on my surroundings and I tried to sit up, but the massive pain in my head made me sink back into the soft pillow. I surely didn't recognize the room that I was in and I started to feel just a little shiver as I couldn't think straight. My head trobbed. Just the simplest movements made me feel so tired; I mean what the hell was going on? Where was I? As I heard a sound at my right I quickly turned my face to see what it was...big mistake as a sharp pain slashed through my brain. My eyes closed of their own account and once again everything went black before them.

I felt a slight feeling against my face, moving down my cheek and and then came to rest upon my lips. I wanted to open my eyes, but the harder I tried, the less happened. I heard a voice, I knew that voice, I loved that voice...I wanted to see the face of the person of who that face belonged to! If only I could open my fucking eyes!

"Dad, look!"


"I think he moved!"

"You sure, Carry?"

"Why the hell would I lie, dad? Im telling you, I saw his hand move!"

Once I heard that those two voices were speaking, a little voice in the back of my mind told me that I had to give them some sign that I could indeed hear them. I don't know why, but I so badly wanted to see those voices! I had to give them a sign.

"Dad! Who's lying now? Look there!"

"God Almighty...Carry...he is moving his hand..."

"Yeah Dad, I told you. Shit, he is making a fist! Maybe he is waking up!"

"Ricardo? Ricardo, its Perry, can you hear me? Please...God please...Ricardo! It's Perry, here; squeeze my hand if you can hear me!"

Ricardo. So that's what my name was...were they speaking to me? Then I felt this warm feeling in my left hand...it was a heavenly feeling, almost like when you are looking at the moon and wishing upon a star...wishing that everything could be good and well again... I gathered all my strength and I...

"Carry, oh my boy! He can hear us; look he is almost squeezing the blood right out of my hand! Ricardo, bro, please just open your eyes, I love you so much, please wake up!"

The voice that was speaking to me was telling me that it loved me...it felt like this whole new world was opening infront of me. It was like the sweet sunset, coming to rest after a long day's work, warm and comforting...I needed to see this person.

"Ric! Oh thank God! Carry, look!"

At last the black curtains infront of my eyes evaporated and I stared into two pairs of eyes, and they were equally staring at me. My headache was gone and I could now fully focus on their faces, which shone of happyness and pure love.

"Dad, why is he just staring at us like that?"

"I don't know, go call the doctor, please Carry."

I heard footsteps and then it was only that one face staring down at me.  I was so confused but it felt like I have seen this person somewhere before, I couldn't recall where, but I felt this incredible love for this face staring at me.

"Ric? Can you hear me?"

I gently nodded my head up and down.

"Good. How are you feeling? Can you talk?"

I tried to open my mouth and to speak out, but all that came out was a sort of gargling sound which was followed by a series of coughs that overwhelmed me and my throat. I heard several footsteps once more and in came the younger face that was staring at me before, followed by a stranger. I had stopped coughing and I stared at the three people that were around me.

"Im sorry, but now that he is finally awake, we need to do some tests, including a brain scan. I am going to have to ask you to leave until we are done. We will let you know the minute we have any news."

The two people left the room and the third person came up to my bed and and did something next to my arm that I couldn't make out. I started to feel a tiredness creeping up inside of me and my eyes was starting to close, but I fought against it, not wanting to slip into the darkness again. At last the black overwhelmed me once more and I sighed out in defeat.

I opened my eyes again, and I adjusted my eyes to the light that was inside the room. My eyes traveled across the room until it felt onto the face that was staring at me earlier. I tried to smile as I was really happy to see this person for some reason and I think I managed a small one because the man smiled back. He took my hand into his and he softly kissed it while looking at me the whole time.

"Ricardo, im so, so sorry about everything. I never meant for anything to go this far. But I promise that from now on, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. They would have to kill me before I let that happen again. Im just so glad that you're back with us."

Who was this guy that was saying all these nice things to me? Was he a guardian angel? I felt safe with him for some reason, and it killed me not knowing why. The man started to run his fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. Before I knew it I fell asleep with the knowledge that I was safe. My angel was there with me.

I felt a presence on my body as I opened my eyes again. I managed to look down, feeling much better. My eyes traveled down my body and saw the nice man, my angel, with his head on my shoulder. Without thinking about what I was doing, I turned my head and kissed him on the top of his head. He moaned as he we woke up from that kiss...and looked straight into my eyes. It was like some light had just gone on inside of me, like everything was suddenly crystal clear and there were no more confusion. The tears started to roll down my cheeks as I looked into the face of the man who I knew now was my darling brother.

"Perry..." I whispered horsely, tasting my tears along the way.

"Bro...You said my name...I love you so much. Don't you ever go away from me again, you hear me! Never! And even if you do, Ill follow you. Im never letting you go again!"

"Wh...What..." I started to ask but Perry put his finger on my lips and shook his head.

"No, not now. Not until you're better. Then everything will be clearer aswell. For now, you're just gonna rest. Im staying here, im not going anywhere. "

In the days that past, I was feeling better by the day. I had started to get some feeling back in my body and my speech had inproved dramatically. Perry was by my side every single day, but the younger boy that had been there when I had first opened my eyes, never came again. As time got by I realised that I was in hospital, allthough no one would tell me why, and I accepted it. Perry promised me that he and I would have a talk when everything was over. I was sitting in my room, trying to read a book, but I was having trouble in seeing the words as they swam infront of my eyes. I heard someone knocking at the door and I looked up. For a moment I couldn't quite place this man that was walking towards me with the glimmer of tears in his eyes, but as he got closer I realised that it was my father. I ran to him and we embraced eachother tightly, him crying loudly as he held me. Father and son. As we let eachother go, he sat in a chair opposite me and he asked me how I was doing.

"I feel fine, it's just that my vision is a bit blurry and sometimes I still get those headaches, but other than that I feel fine. I just wish that they would let me out of here so that I can go home."

"Yeah, it has been a long time."

"What? How long?" I stared at him, totally confused.

"Didn't...Perry tell you...?"

"No, not yet, but I know there is something that you two are keeping from me! What is it, Dad? I want to know!"

My dad sighed and then took both of my hands into his. This was difficult for him, that much I could see, but I really had the right to know what was going on with my own life, didn't I?

"Ricardo, my boy. You have been in hospital for almost four years now. And..."

"WHAT? How..."

"You had a brain tumor, Ricardo. The day that you fell into the coma, you were rushed here immediately. The docters operated and they did everything that they could and they removed a part of the tumor. After a few weeks they finally removed the entire tumor, but what was so worrying was the fact that you hadn't woken up in all that time. Days became months, months became years and one year eventually became four. It got to the point where the doctors suggested that we switch off your life support, but Perry and I said no everytime. We had kept faith in that somehow, somewhere and someday, you would come back to us."

As my father spoke, vivid images of that day came flashing back to me. Me holding and undressing the young and innocent Carry, me locking him in the room with me, me trying to...I shook my head but everything came back at once, bright colours and thoughts running and rushing through my mind. Perry kicking open the door, him punching me and... and then just that big black hole that I dissapeared into. I looked at my father and I hugged him again. Then I saw my brother Perry standing in the doorway of my room looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I see that everything is back to nornal, hey!" he laughed.

"Yeah, kinda," I said, smiling at him.

"I've brought someone to see you. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, ofcourse not. Who?"

As the boy made his way into my bedroom, bit by bit, I almost didn't recognise him. The sheer feeling of what I did to this beautiful eleven year old boy four years ago gripped my heart. I slowly made my way over to him and took him into my arms.

"Im so sorry, Carry," I told him, with peace inside my head at last.

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