Elizabeth Scott - Between Here and Forever

BETWEEN HERE AND FOREVER

Also by Elizabeth Scott

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-four

Shes stil .

Silent.

The machines that keep Tess alive beep at me. Ive been here so often that sometimes I think theyre her way of replying. But today thats not enough. Sunday is a day of prayer after al , isnt it? So heres mine:

Today I want Tess to wake up.

Today she has to wake up.

I lean in, so close I can see the tiny blue lines on her eyelids marking where her blood stil pumps, stil flows. Shows that her heart stil beats.

If you dont do something, Tess, IIl sing for you.

Nothing.

I mean it, I say.

Stil nothing. Tesss eyes stay closed, and her body lies limp, punctured with needles and surrounded by machines. I used to visit Tess with Mom and Dad, used to wait with them for the doctor, but the news never changed and I got so I couldnt bear to see my parents faces, washed out and exhausted and sad.

Like a princess in a fairy tale, Tess is asleep. Deeply asleep.

I guess coma doesnt sound as good when youre trying to sel stories where everything ends up okay.

Sleeping means youl wake up.

Coma wel , coma doesnt. And Tess has been in this bed, in this room, in this hospital, for six weeks. She was in a car accident on New Years Day, driving home the morning after a party. Shed waited to come home because she didnt want to risk getting into an accident with a drunk driver.

Instead, her car hit a patch of ice and slammed into a tree.

Tess was always so good at being safe. At doing the right thing, at making people happy. And now shes here. She turned twenty in this room, four days after the cal that sent us al rushing here. My parents got her bal oons. They floated around for a while and then wilted, fel .

Tess never saw them.

I turned seventeen in this room too. It was two weeks and two days after the accident. I was stil visiting Tess with my parents. They got me cupcakes from the vending machine and sang when I opened them.

Tess didnt say a word. Didnt even open her eyes. I chewed and swal owed and chewed and swal owed even though the cupcakes tasted like rubber, and my parents watched Tesss face, waiting. Hoping.

Thats when I realized I had to start coming by myself.

When I realized I had to bring Tess back.

Wake up, Tess, I say, loud enough for my breath to stir her hair, and pick up the glass unicorn Beth brought the first time she visited. She said she knew Tess would like it, that it was al about impossibilities. I thought that sounded a bit beyond Tess, who dealt in the here and now and in being adored, but when Beth put the thing in Tesss limp hands, I swear she almost blinked.

Now Tess doesnt do anything, and I put the unicorn down.

I miss the little ledge where it sits though, and it hits the floor. It doesnt break, but a crack appears, running from one end of the unicorn to the other.

A nurse comes in and frowns at me.

Accident, I say, and she says, Love is what your sister needs, not attitude, like it wasnt an accident, like she knows me, like she and al the other nurses who have only ever seen Tess in this not-life, this twilight state, know her.

They dont, they cant. But I do. Tess believes in happily ever after, in dreams come true, and Ive decided thats how Im going to reach her.

Now I just have to figure out how to do it.

I leave the hospital and ride my bike down to the ferry.

Once Im on board, I stand by the side of the boat. Most people stand up front; the wind in their hair, the river al around them, and Ferrisvil e up ahead looking almost quaint and not like a big pile of nothing.

I look at the water. Its dark, muddy brown, and slaps hard against the ferry. I can see my shadow in it, al chopped up, bits and pieces scattered among the churning waves. I turn away, because I already know Im broken, that theres nothing in me worth seeing. I already know theres nothing worth believing. Its just how I am.

dock at Ferrisvil e and people are heading to their cars.

Hey you, she says through the three inches her window wil rol down, jamming her fingers through the opening into a sort of wave. Wanna ride home?

I gesture at my bike. You got room for this? Claires car is about the size of a cracker, and littered with Coles stuff. Theres barely room in it for Claire.

She rol s her eyes at me. Yes, but go ahead and leave it at the dock. You know nobodys going to steal it.

Are you saying my bike is shit?

Yeah, she says, and I grin at her because it is a pretty shitty bike. It was nice when Tess got itback when she was tenbut now it looks like a beat-up old bicycle that someones younger sister got stuck with.

Which, of course, it is.

I ask Daryl, who normal y stands around scratching himself but today is standing around coiling rope, if I can leave my bike on the dock.

Sorry, no, he says, and then, Hows Tess? in the voice everyone uses on me now, the oh-its-such-a-shame voice. The oh-we-al -miss-Tess-so-much voice.

Not dead yet, I say, my voice cracking, and drop my bike by his feet before I stomp over to Claires car.

I hate how I am when people talk to me about Tess. I hate how everyone sounds. I hate how shes already been reduced to the past when she isnt.

Shes stil here.

You okay? Claire says when I get in.

Not real y, I say, pushing a box fil ed with what I hope are new diapers onto the floor. I just the way people talk about Tess. Like shes gone.

I dont think its total y like that, Claire says. I just think they miss her.

Do you miss her?

Claire looks at her hands on the steering wheel. Me and Tess stopped talking a long time ago.

You mean she stopped talking to you because you dropped out of high school to have Cole.

Claire sighs. It wasntit wasnt like that, Abby.

But it was pretty much exactly like that, and we both know it.

How is Cole? I ask, finding an open pack of gum on the floor. I wave it at her. Is this stuff stil good?

Claire takes the package and sniffs it. Smel s like fake fruit. Go for it. And Coles fine. I have the only two-year-old whos afraid of toilets, but hes fine.

Maybe he just doesnt like your bathroom, I tel her, popping a piece of gum in my mouth. The flavor bursts sweet and fruity across my tongue, but only lasts about two chews. I know