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Heres the start of a story I was working on today.
Fingers shaking, dialing numbers
slipping in the blood.
Voice hoarse from held back tears
whispered pleas for help.
Will, theres blood, its
everywhere, too much.
I think
this time I really did it.
I'm scared. Please help me.
What do I do?
I dont know if I cut too
deep.
I cant breathe.
Theres too much blood, everythings
so red.
The sheets are stained, I
cant tell where the cuts
are,
anymore.
Its on my shirt. My stomach.
But theres black, around my
head.
I wonder if this is whats its
like to
die.
I'm scared.
But god. The pain, its beautiful.
Everything, all the hurt I've ever felt,
its gone.
And I am free.
I cant move my hand!
I...
I...
oh...god...
I...love...you...will...
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"Ash?" The nurse poked her head in the door. Ash looked up from her bandaged hands. "Ash, you have someone here to visit you, are you up for it?"
"Who?" Ash's voice was slightly hoarse and she winced at the sound.
"A boy!" Nurse Emmas voice was excited. "He says he needs to see you," she lowered her voice to a stage whisper, "and he's not bad looking either. Come on dear, you need the company."
Ash smiled faintly, knowing it was what Nurse Emma wanted. She sighed, "Sure, I'll see him."
Nurse Emma popped out and Ash played absentmindedly with her bandaged arms. She was curious about who the boy could be. She'd only seen a few of her friends since she'd been admitted. Besides, she didnt know enough guys who would care enough to come.
"Asha?" The soft southern accent drifted across the room sending shivers down Ash's spine. She knew that voice. She looked up.
"Will?!"
Shocked, she sat up, her hands flying to grip her sheets.
"Hey girl," he said softly, a sad smile on his face.
"What...what are you doing here?" Ash couldnt believe her eyes. Will was here. Will, in his flesh and blood was here.
He walked over and say down tentatively on the edge of her bed. Her heart rate increased at his nearness.
"I was worried about you. Your phone call," his voice caught. "...it scared the crap out of me. And then I couldn't get a hold of you and I thought...I thought you were gone. I had to know. I kept calling and calling your phone, until finally one of your friends picked up. I told her I was one of your friends from out of town, but she knew who I was. She said she didnt know how you were. I convinced her to tell me where you were staying. And then..." he shrugged. "I convinced Mom to let me come. I just said you were a friend from back home who moved here."
"You came here for me," It wasnt a question.
"Yes," Will said. He kept his eyes on her face, as he gently stroked the top of her tightly fisted hand. His fingers explored between hers, his touch breaking a small piece of her heart. She closed her eyes tightly to keep the tears away. For the first time, since she'd been admitted she was going to cry.
Her eyes still closed, "I can't believe you're here."
He laughed slightly, "I can't believe it either. I can't believe I'm actually here...touching you."
 breathinginanythingbutair · Wed Jan 14, 2009 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
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