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*Surgically Bonded*
Thursday, 20 December 2012 • 22:09 • 0 comments I'm sorry if there are some wrong facts . I'm still new . So, the story begins . Victoria Mitchell There is a small part of him, functioning in my body, eliminating unimportant things from my system. The stitches left a hideous scar on my waistline. These are the sign that I could barely live longer before. Chronic diseases are everywhere inside certain human bodies. So was I and him. It was the reason why I got married at eighteen. Eight years ago, we were very close to our neighbor, the Thornwoods. The only daughter in the family was my best friend. Her name was Claire. Claire had a brother, which is five years older than us, named Colin. Colin was handsome. He had a pair of mysterious violet eyes and dark blond hair. His lanky frame barely showed any hint of biceps under his shirt. Colin was so nice. He loved Claire so much. He used to show us his paintings. They were awesome masterpiece. Every time I looked at the paintings, something like gravity pulled me in the painting. The colors were mixed together in a contrast and complicated touch. I had a portrait of myself which he sketched a few months ago. Mom really loved it. Mom said it was like looking at one of my photos in the album. No doubt, he was a good artist. I was an active child back then. The agility didn't describe me for my whole life. As time passed, I often got sick. Caught on fever a lot, lost my weight abruptly, and kept throwing out. Until one day, I saw blood in the toilet bowl. I thought I was having my first period. I was excited because I'd grown up but, that thought was wrong. No blood on my panties and Mom said period is when you see blood on your panties. The pain at my waist was weird. Mom's footsteps approached the bathroom's door. " Mom!" "Victoria." Mom's voice was maternal. "Are you alright, honey? Open the door." "Mom, I'm not alright. I have blood in my urine. I peed blood." Tears rolled down. All I could hear was Mom's gasping.
***
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mitchell. Your daughter has a kidney failure." I could hear the doctor's voice from outside. Mom couldn't lie to me after this. "You have to search for a donor. As soon as possible. Her left kidney is malfunctioning."
"How bad is it?"
"Badly. Critical."
My face when white as scared stiff. The Skittles in my hands scattered on the floor.
***
Every single day since the appointment with the doctor I'd spent in my small bed. Waiting for the donor or maybe calls from the doctor, giving good news.
The footsteps on the staircase echoed in the hallway. Mom wasn't alone with Dad. There were some guests with them. I waited until they came in.
"Honey. We have a donor. He wants to meet you." There was a slight smile in Mom's voice.
Sobbing, I asked. "Who?"
"Me." I knew that voice . I really knew it. No! Not him! I couldn't believe it. I shifted my body to face the guests.
Colin stood there, smiling.
***
The day had came. The transplant. The sedative was injected and everything was black. All I could remember was the slight pain when the scalpel cut through my skin.
***
Eight years passed, I fit as a fiddle. It was my senior year and I was graduating that day . I was going to give the graduation speech. Mom and Dad must be proud of me. The Thornwoods were there too for Claire. As I took place on the rostrum, I saw Colin smiled at me.
"When we were six, we met new people. We played in sand, got dirty, cried a lot. Nothing to be ashamed of. We acted really immaturely.
"Five years in elementary, we moved on to middle school. We met another people and maybe, our friends in elementary weren't there anymore.
"At age fourteen, we, all of us in this hall, met again or maybe for the first time. Freshmen, sophomore, junior, then senior. We learnt everything about life here. Fall in love, a lot. Got F in test. Detention classes.
"This is the time to make mistakes and learnt from it. Then, we'll know that life can't be perfect but, life can be imperfectly and beautifully perfect. Thank you."
Everyone was giving a big applause. Some of them rose from their seats. Mom and Dad gave a tight hug as I ran towards them.
"Great job, honey. Congratulation." One kiss on my cheek from Mom. The kiss was so maternal and felt right. Mom was my closest friend I'd ever had with the exception of Claire.
"Victoria, well done. I'm proud of you, kid." Dad was still strong to have me suffocating in his tight hug.
"Victoria!" There was Claire. I flung a tight hug around her petite frame. "You're doing great, Vic. Everybody was, like, glued to your speech. Well done." Another hug flung over my torso. Graduation is full of hugs and embraces. I could see Colin smiled behind Claire and their parents. His thumbs up. All I could do was to smile in an awkward way.
***
"You'll be going to Seattle University." Dad announced happily after dinner. Mom didn't stop shaping a grin.
"Really? Oh my God!"
"But, honey, I have a news." The grin on Mom's red lips disappeared. The atmosphere in the dining room suddenly changed.
"I want you to get married first." Dad's expression was literally solemn. Mom stayed silent.
"With who?" Voice rising at the top, the dining room seemed vibrating.
"Colin." My eyes widened, mouth opened. The cutlery in my hands dropped on the ceramic plate, making a noisy clanking sound. "Someday, you'll understand why."
***
My cheeks were rosy pink instead the usual pallor. My lips were glossy and weird. My black long hair was worn into a French twist. A silver hair clip studded with flowers arrangement made of rubies gave a grand touch on my hair. The white elaborate mermaid dress was embroidered with beads and flowers embroidery.
Dad's arm crossed with mine. We floated down the aisle and all the people stared. Colin was waiting on the altar in black tuxedo. He looked stunning but, his face was empty. Expressionless. Forced marriage's suck. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're gathered here on this glorious day to witness the union of.." The preacher announced. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. Or three. "..Colin Thornwood and Victoria Mitchell." He looked at Colin and said "Please repeat after me." So, this was it, the moment of the union between a man and a woman. "I, Colin Thornwood, take you Victoria Mitchell. To have and to hold." "For better or for worse." "For richer or for poorer." "In sickness and in health." "To love." "To cherish. As long as we both shall live." "I do." He said, voice low. "I do." Voice low, I said the words. Even lower. He gave a slight kiss on my lips. Every one was standing, smiling from ear to ear, clapping their hands. I looked at Colin and he smiled a little.
***
We had to pretend to smile that night. Mom and Mrs. Thornwood planned a party that night. Colin's arm never left my torso. I knew he was pretending. We couldn't show the forced expression.
The small bedroom of Colin was decorated in white and red roses were at both sides of the Queen-sized bed. It was simple. I stood there, stiff.
"Victoria." Colin's voice were soft and low. "Go to sleep. I'll sleep on the couch." He pointed to a love seat beside the window. I nodded.
I laid myself on the bed. The bed sheet was very soft and smelled like fresh daisies. Colin was already wrapped in a thick comforter on the couch. I pulled the blanket over me and closed my eyes.
We were going to Seattle the next day. Hello, marriage. Hello, college.
***
It had been two months since we got married. I'd never slept with him, not even once. College was awesome. Like before, Colin still helped me in studies. We lived in an apartment near the college. Colin owned a flower shop in town.
"Why did you marry me?" It was such an idiot thought to ask such thing. He looked at me, eyes sharp.
"Mom asked me to do so." He turned away.
"Why?"
"You don't need to know." He left me alone in the dining room. I heard he banged on the door of his room. He was mad, idiot.
***
I didn't have any classes that day. Colin was out early in the morning to his flower shop. My belly was churning and I hoped I didn't need to go to the grocery shop. Searching through the shelves, hidden behind boxes of emergency medicines, I found a white plastic bag of medicine that belonged to Colin.
A piece of white paper slipped out the shelf. I picked it from the floor. And, oh my God.
'Leukimia, Chronic, 90% 5-years survival.' Those phrases sent a rush of shock through my body.
I ran upstairs to get my computer. Typing LEUKIMIA on the Google main page, I hoped for nothing but a solution or cure. Wikipedia seemed convincing. Chronic leukimia patient can do bone transplant.
I grabbed the key and sped to the clinic. There's no time for breakfast.
***
Colin Thornwood
RING! RING!
"Hello. Thornwood's speaking."
"Mr.Thornwood. We'd found someone who is noble to donate her marrow bone for you."
Thank God. I had to find some kind of excuse for Victoria.
***
Victoria Mitchell
Colin said he had to go to Port Angeles to visit his friend there. Liar. He was going to have the bone transplant.
***
Colin Thornwood
The sedative effect was still making me dizzy. The transplant was a complete success. I really wanted to thank the donor.
"Good morning, Mr. Thornwood." The doctor came in. "Long,long sleep huh?"
"Dr.Warren. May I know who is the donor?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Thornwood. She asked to keep it as a secret."
"Oh. Thank you, Doc."
I wonder who is she ?
It was nice to be at home. I looked for Victoria. She said she'll be back the day before I came back. I must think of some ideas every time I wanted to go the hospital for the therapies.
I opened her bedroom's door and she was there, sleeping very soundly. Her blouse lifted, leaving her back bare and there was stitches there. Same place as mine. Shock rushed through my body. Her eyes opened.
"Victoria?"She moaned. Half-conscious. "What's with those stitches?" Her eyes suddenly widened and she quickly rose.
Victoria Mitchell
"You lie to me!" His voice rose to fortissimo. I kept my mouth shut. Tears wet my cheeks.
"I. Was. Helping. You."
"Why don't you tell me about this?" Voice still at the highest volume.
"You won't let me to do this. Plus, you kept it as a secret. You'd never told me that you married me because you suffered from leukimia. And, your mother wanted to see you married because she knew you won't live longer, right?" My voice climbed the crescendo.
Suddenly, my face in his hands, noses brushed, eyes met. Voice too low.
"I love you." He murmured. "For freaking eighteen years, I love you until forever. I don't sleep with you because I know that I'll die someday that I didn't expect when."
"For freaking eighteen years huh?" His breath was hard but soft on my face. "I love you, too. A lot than you could ever imagine."
His hand slowly ran down the button of my blouse and I managed to catch it. "Victoria. Are you challenging me?" I lifted my eyebrow. "Alright then." He took my hand and took off the ring. He was on one of his knees and his violet eyes were sharp on me. His hands opened with my ring on it.
"Victoria Mitchell. Will you marry me?" His voice was like melting marshmallow. Soft and sweet.
"Yes, I will."
His hand cupped my chin and really carefully, he brushed his lips on mine.
***
It has been five years. We are healthy couple and I'm glad with it. We have four-year-old twin, Victor and Chloe. Colin made a portrait of our family and we decided to hang it at his gallery in Olympia.
Maybe, we were forced to get married, technically, but emotionally, we were glad to get married without confessing our love and went through the blushing moment of teenagers' life. Our marriage went very well and perfect.
Sometimes, we didn't expect someone so near to us would be our partners in perpetuity. Kismet is unpredictable but, it isn't wrong to dream. I was too busy thinking of death and a guy next door came into my thoughts amidst the masochism.
And so, we live healthily ever after.
I'd drawn my imaginary Colin and Victoria
It's suck.
Please don't think negative about me. I learnt to write stories from novels and dictionaries I read. In the novels, I'd been reading many things like marriage life, teenagers' life and love - including the kissing scenes - so, these things make some stories a little bit catchy. Not that I'd been thinking about that. But still, I know my borderline.
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