The on going epic drama of Hans Breitweiser and Michelle Orndorff
If you hadn't guessed from the subject, I heard from Hans today.
Ok, time to visit the department of back story for those of you who have no clue who Hans is. Basically, Hans moved to Fruit Cove in eight grade and during our Freshman year at Bartram we had English together, and we pretty much hated each other. I was really depressed and pretty much a huge bitch to anyone and everyone. He moved to Jacksonville the following year and our Junior year we started seeing each other. He was the first guy I ever kissed. After about two months his father left town and he moved out to Texas to live with his mother. I didn't see him again until September of last year, and we pretty much picked right back up where we'd left off the summer before Senior year. That lasted until about mid November when things started to fall apart in my life, but then one day in Febuary when we ran into each other again and things were back to normal until May. Until today I hadn't heard from him since the Green Day/MCR concert.
So, he called today while I was at work, and he sounded really, bad, so I started to get worried about what might have happend. I ran back to the bathroom to call him back and, well I almost wish that I'd waited until after work to call, because I've been wanting to cry ever since.
See, Hans had this old '74 Camaro, and it was a piece of shit. The paint job was uneven, he didn't have a muffler...But he was sinking so much money and so much time into it that you could really see that it was on its way to being a really cool ass car. Anyway, he always told me that he wasn't a safe driver, but he was a good driver, and after having been in the Camaro more than once I'd have to agree with the first part. But, what happend was, he desided to take a ride down Bishop's Estate (this really long, narrow, curvy road with trees all around) with two of his friends and one of their girlfriends. Last time I'd gone down Bishop's Estate with him he was going about one hundred miles per hour, so I can only guess that he was going at least that fast when his breaks went out. His breaks went out and he went into a ditch, flipped a couple times, finally hit a tree and over all ended up with the car in a field fifty feet from the road. Both of his feet got crushed, he broke his nose, lost five teeth and hand a very nasty bump on his head that fucked him up for quite awhile. The girl broke two of her vertibrates, and has had to relearn how to speak, the guys ended up fine, one had a broken arm and the other was perfectly fine. He called me from Shands rehab where he's been learning how to walk again since they put a bunch of metal in his feet to replace the shattered bones. He told me that they'd just given him his phone back, he missed me and he wanted me to come out and see him tomorrow.
I'm going of course, but I'm so scared. I hate hospitals, and Shands is the worst, they treat everyone in there like shit and they're slow as hell. I'm scared that I'm going to do something stupid, like burst into tears (like I want to now) or do something...I dunno.
Also? I really dislike his brother Brandon right now. I don't blame his friends or parents for not calling me, but Brandon knew that Hans and I had been seeing each other and he didn't even try to call and tell me what happend.
As cheesy and horrible as this sounds I think I might actually love Hans. Joyce, don't say a word, he's a great guy really, I was just being an idiot.
Basically I'm tell you all this so that if I snap at you for no apparent reason, just understand that it's not anything you've done, I'm just a mess right now. I love you all. :)
Ok, time to visit the department of back story for those of you who have no clue who Hans is. Basically, Hans moved to Fruit Cove in eight grade and during our Freshman year at Bartram we had English together, and we pretty much hated each other. I was really depressed and pretty much a huge bitch to anyone and everyone. He moved to Jacksonville the following year and our Junior year we started seeing each other. He was the first guy I ever kissed. After about two months his father left town and he moved out to Texas to live with his mother. I didn't see him again until September of last year, and we pretty much picked right back up where we'd left off the summer before Senior year. That lasted until about mid November when things started to fall apart in my life, but then one day in Febuary when we ran into each other again and things were back to normal until May. Until today I hadn't heard from him since the Green Day/MCR concert.
So, he called today while I was at work, and he sounded really, bad, so I started to get worried about what might have happend. I ran back to the bathroom to call him back and, well I almost wish that I'd waited until after work to call, because I've been wanting to cry ever since.
See, Hans had this old '74 Camaro, and it was a piece of shit. The paint job was uneven, he didn't have a muffler...But he was sinking so much money and so much time into it that you could really see that it was on its way to being a really cool ass car. Anyway, he always told me that he wasn't a safe driver, but he was a good driver, and after having been in the Camaro more than once I'd have to agree with the first part. But, what happend was, he desided to take a ride down Bishop's Estate (this really long, narrow, curvy road with trees all around) with two of his friends and one of their girlfriends. Last time I'd gone down Bishop's Estate with him he was going about one hundred miles per hour, so I can only guess that he was going at least that fast when his breaks went out. His breaks went out and he went into a ditch, flipped a couple times, finally hit a tree and over all ended up with the car in a field fifty feet from the road. Both of his feet got crushed, he broke his nose, lost five teeth and hand a very nasty bump on his head that fucked him up for quite awhile. The girl broke two of her vertibrates, and has had to relearn how to speak, the guys ended up fine, one had a broken arm and the other was perfectly fine. He called me from Shands rehab where he's been learning how to walk again since they put a bunch of metal in his feet to replace the shattered bones. He told me that they'd just given him his phone back, he missed me and he wanted me to come out and see him tomorrow.
I'm going of course, but I'm so scared. I hate hospitals, and Shands is the worst, they treat everyone in there like shit and they're slow as hell. I'm scared that I'm going to do something stupid, like burst into tears (like I want to now) or do something...I dunno.
Also? I really dislike his brother Brandon right now. I don't blame his friends or parents for not calling me, but Brandon knew that Hans and I had been seeing each other and he didn't even try to call and tell me what happend.
As cheesy and horrible as this sounds I think I might actually love Hans. Joyce, don't say a word, he's a great guy really, I was just being an idiot.
Basically I'm tell you all this so that if I snap at you for no apparent reason, just understand that it's not anything you've done, I'm just a mess right now. I love you all. :)