TITLE: The Color of Happiness
GENRE: YA Contemporary
I’m sitting outside Felicia’s hospital room on a Tuesday.
The nurse tells me room 209 has a view of the park across the street. I wouldn’t know. Her old man won’t let me in to see her. I saw the look he gave me when the nurse told him I was waiting outside. Like he wants to duke it out with me in the parking lot. He blames me for the whole mess. Now he’s in there with her, telling her every lie he can make up.
He doesn’t love you, niña.
This is Jehovah’s way of bringing you back to the church.
He’s not one of us.
I read once that patients in comas can hear everything going on around them. They remember conversations they were never a part of. I hope she isn’t buying any of his crap before I’m able to tell her I love her. I never did that. Yeah, I know, cry me a river.
It’s funny though. Before Felicia, I could say anything to a chola because I didn’t mean it. I told girls anything to get them in bed with me. It was all I cared about.
Quiero estar contigo para siempre.
They go crazy for that type of s***. But the girl I wanna say those words to has three fractured ribs, two cerebral contusions, and one severe desire not to wake up.
I drag my eyes away from a smear on the glass door to her room and glance at my cell.