Post by danahhh. on Jun 28, 2009 14:33:49 GMT -6
She didn't want this. She hated this.
She wanted this. She loved him. Does she still? Even if he told her the biggest secret ever? Will she be able to live if she's living because of him?
Act 1
The breathing on the back of her neck made her gasp lightly. His moist lips touched her smooth, tan skin. He was all she ever wanted. No, not all. Everything.
“I love you,” He whispered. Could she say it? Could she seriously say ‘I love you’ to a man she’s been friends with for almost a month? Ah, hell!
“I love you too,” She replied elegantly, and his lips finally managed to find her mouth.
Rain was pelting outside against the window. The lighting and thunderclaps struck ever-so lightly. A gentle storm.
--
Tears swam their way down her cheeks. She closed her eyes. Nothing like this should’ve happened to her. All she wanted was for someone to care about her. And now he goes and does this? How dare he! Did he care at all? Did he care that she really, truly loved him? Apparently not.
She licked her lips before responding in her now small, little voice.
“You were everything to me.”
She heard him smile. Heard him take a step closer to her. He gently pulled her hair back and kissed her shoulder.
“You’re everything to me.”
She turned around, facing him. “Am I? Am I really everything to you? Then please explain this….this conspiracy on me.” He stared. “How come every time you get into a fight, it starts storming? Blasting thunder! But that one night….the storm was so gentle. So…compassionate. And how you seem to be okay with the thought of dying a slow, painful death in an airplane crash. Tell me why you can get struck by lightning, then walk away as if nothing happened. How you can control traffic lights. Cars. Storms. What, can you control me?!”
His eyes flashed anger, hurt, sorrow, pity, happiness….all in one. His hand dropped from my shoulder. “I don’t control people.” His eyes dropped to the floor.
She shook her head, taking a few steps back. “Why do you kill people?”
She wasn’t expecting to get a reply so she was surprised when he said something. “Azrael tells me to.”
“Who the hell is Azrael?”
His mouth turned up. His head lowered. “Angel of Death, of course.”
She shook my head angrily. “Stop it. Just stop.”
“Stop what, huh? I kill people for The Angel of Death. Have a problem? Because if you do, then please tell me now. No, wait. Better yet. I’ll tell you what I can do. I can control electricity. I have to think of what I’m doing though. I can’t just blink and making all lights go green. I have to concentrate. And I can get cars to generate differently so there are massive car accidents. I live off of power. Electricity. Water will kill me if it gets in my blood.” His smiled stretched. “I don’t control the weather. It goes by my mood. A low, steady thunderstorm. A loud, blasting, ignoramus thunderstorm. Steady rain. Fireworks from no where. Nice, sunny day. Why do you think this place is so weird? Because the weather changes dramatically. There can be snow in the summer. 97 degree weather in winter.”
She stared at him, bewildered. Thoughts furnished her mind like a blanket. “Why do you do this stuff for Azrael?”
“If I don’t, people wouldn’t die. Humans would over-populate. Animals would start eating eachother.” He sucked in a breath. “Azrael has gifted me differently then the others. I can see how people die just by looking at them. And I can control the weather. And I can feel emotions, have fun…” His voice trailed off.
She suddenly felt so safe. He wasn’t a mass-murderer. He was helping people. He was special, that’s all. He was like everyone else from the outside and his personality.
“I’m not happy about seeing how people die.” He slowly walked over to her.
“How do I die?” She asked curiously.
He shook his head. “No way am I telling you.”
“Please…”
His eyebrows stitched together. “I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too. No matter what. Please.”
He closed his eyes. He shuffled his feet. Sucked in a breath.
“I kill you,” he whispered. Tears fell from his eyes.
Rain poured heavily down on the roof.
“I love you,” He whispered. Could she say it? Could she seriously say ‘I love you’ to a man she’s been friends with for almost a month? Ah, hell!
“I love you too,” She replied elegantly, and his lips finally managed to find her mouth.
Rain was pelting outside against the window. The lighting and thunderclaps struck ever-so lightly. A gentle storm.
--
Tears swam their way down her cheeks. She closed her eyes. Nothing like this should’ve happened to her. All she wanted was for someone to care about her. And now he goes and does this? How dare he! Did he care at all? Did he care that she really, truly loved him? Apparently not.
She licked her lips before responding in her now small, little voice.
“You were everything to me.”
She heard him smile. Heard him take a step closer to her. He gently pulled her hair back and kissed her shoulder.
“You’re everything to me.”
She turned around, facing him. “Am I? Am I really everything to you? Then please explain this….this conspiracy on me.” He stared. “How come every time you get into a fight, it starts storming? Blasting thunder! But that one night….the storm was so gentle. So…compassionate. And how you seem to be okay with the thought of dying a slow, painful death in an airplane crash. Tell me why you can get struck by lightning, then walk away as if nothing happened. How you can control traffic lights. Cars. Storms. What, can you control me?!”
His eyes flashed anger, hurt, sorrow, pity, happiness….all in one. His hand dropped from my shoulder. “I don’t control people.” His eyes dropped to the floor.
She shook her head, taking a few steps back. “Why do you kill people?”
She wasn’t expecting to get a reply so she was surprised when he said something. “Azrael tells me to.”
“Who the hell is Azrael?”
His mouth turned up. His head lowered. “Angel of Death, of course.”
She shook my head angrily. “Stop it. Just stop.”
“Stop what, huh? I kill people for The Angel of Death. Have a problem? Because if you do, then please tell me now. No, wait. Better yet. I’ll tell you what I can do. I can control electricity. I have to think of what I’m doing though. I can’t just blink and making all lights go green. I have to concentrate. And I can get cars to generate differently so there are massive car accidents. I live off of power. Electricity. Water will kill me if it gets in my blood.” His smiled stretched. “I don’t control the weather. It goes by my mood. A low, steady thunderstorm. A loud, blasting, ignoramus thunderstorm. Steady rain. Fireworks from no where. Nice, sunny day. Why do you think this place is so weird? Because the weather changes dramatically. There can be snow in the summer. 97 degree weather in winter.”
She stared at him, bewildered. Thoughts furnished her mind like a blanket. “Why do you do this stuff for Azrael?”
“If I don’t, people wouldn’t die. Humans would over-populate. Animals would start eating eachother.” He sucked in a breath. “Azrael has gifted me differently then the others. I can see how people die just by looking at them. And I can control the weather. And I can feel emotions, have fun…” His voice trailed off.
She suddenly felt so safe. He wasn’t a mass-murderer. He was helping people. He was special, that’s all. He was like everyone else from the outside and his personality.
“I’m not happy about seeing how people die.” He slowly walked over to her.
“How do I die?” She asked curiously.
He shook his head. “No way am I telling you.”
“Please…”
His eyebrows stitched together. “I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too. No matter what. Please.”
He closed his eyes. He shuffled his feet. Sucked in a breath.
“I kill you,” he whispered. Tears fell from his eyes.
Rain poured heavily down on the roof.
Act 2:
I felt the roses thump to the ground. Felt the rain pelt against my bare back and run swiftly down my back. Felt my heart fall out of my chest as I fell to my knees. As everything I ever worked up for slipped away from my grip.
I was falling. Falling. Falling.
Someone please help me. Help me. Help me.
My life was ruined. Purposely ruined. I ruined it. Ruined everything.
My breath caught in my breath. I choked on the thoughts, the memories. Everything we did together. Everything we accomplished. Everything. Everything.
Falling.
This couldn’t be happening to me. Couldn’t be happening. I didn’t want this. He didn’t want this.
“Why,” I whispered. “Why did you leave me….” Through the tears, the anger – I knew exactly what was happening.
I stood up, not caring that my knees were caked with mood. Not caring that people were staring at me.
I tore off my sandals and started to run. Forgetting the words. Forgetting what he told me.
I ran the four blocks to his house. Ran and ran.
Hurry. Hurry. Rush.
I charged up his steps and opened the familiar door. Paced down the familiar hallway and into the too-familiar living room – where we last saw eachother.
He was waiting for me, as usual. He was always waiting for me. He knew when I was coming.
“Why?” I whispered. I was sobbing again. “W-why him?”
Tears were going down his eyes, hence the rain. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my heaving shoulder. Rested his chin on my head. He couldn’t say sorry. He couldn’t say it was okay. All he could do was comfort me.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his grey plaid shirt. Of course, he couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel pain.
Only we normal people can.
I cried into his shirt, making sure he could let go of me. So he couldn’t leave me.
Once I was able to calm down at least a little, I let him lead us to the couch. He sat me down and, with his arms still around me, sat down beside. He pulled me up so I was basically sitting on him. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back. The dress I was wearing was torn, I knew it. But I didn’t care.
I loved him. He promised to love me forever. And now he’s dead. Dead as the man holding me now.
I had no life left. No breath. I couldn’t. I was surrounded by tragedies. Too many tragedies.
I had slept with this man. I had a pregnant scare with this man. I loved this man for not who he was, but who he is. I didn’t love this man because he was so powerful. I loved him because he was caring. A person who figured out his secret would call him a murderer, but a person, like me, who knew his heart and bandaged it a couple times, would know he was no murderer. He had to kill people. He was the reason we still had enough air for everyone. He was the reason I was alive.
How could that be? He’s told me he’s killing me. He told me he shouldn’t see anybody. Because he was a monster. Because he’s ‘dangerous’. Because he was supposed to kill me.
Why didn’t I care? Did I want him to kill me? Did I want him to kill me? Or did I just want him? He told me that I shouldn’t get attached to him. That no one should get attached to him.
But I knew his true identity.
He was an angel.
I was falling. Falling. Falling.
Someone please help me. Help me. Help me.
My life was ruined. Purposely ruined. I ruined it. Ruined everything.
My breath caught in my breath. I choked on the thoughts, the memories. Everything we did together. Everything we accomplished. Everything. Everything.
Falling.
This couldn’t be happening to me. Couldn’t be happening. I didn’t want this. He didn’t want this.
“Why,” I whispered. “Why did you leave me….” Through the tears, the anger – I knew exactly what was happening.
I stood up, not caring that my knees were caked with mood. Not caring that people were staring at me.
I tore off my sandals and started to run. Forgetting the words. Forgetting what he told me.
I ran the four blocks to his house. Ran and ran.
Hurry. Hurry. Rush.
I charged up his steps and opened the familiar door. Paced down the familiar hallway and into the too-familiar living room – where we last saw eachother.
He was waiting for me, as usual. He was always waiting for me. He knew when I was coming.
“Why?” I whispered. I was sobbing again. “W-why him?”
Tears were going down his eyes, hence the rain. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my heaving shoulder. Rested his chin on my head. He couldn’t say sorry. He couldn’t say it was okay. All he could do was comfort me.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his grey plaid shirt. Of course, he couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel pain.
Only we normal people can.
I cried into his shirt, making sure he could let go of me. So he couldn’t leave me.
Once I was able to calm down at least a little, I let him lead us to the couch. He sat me down and, with his arms still around me, sat down beside. He pulled me up so I was basically sitting on him. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back. The dress I was wearing was torn, I knew it. But I didn’t care.
I loved him. He promised to love me forever. And now he’s dead. Dead as the man holding me now.
I had no life left. No breath. I couldn’t. I was surrounded by tragedies. Too many tragedies.
I had slept with this man. I had a pregnant scare with this man. I loved this man for not who he was, but who he is. I didn’t love this man because he was so powerful. I loved him because he was caring. A person who figured out his secret would call him a murderer, but a person, like me, who knew his heart and bandaged it a couple times, would know he was no murderer. He had to kill people. He was the reason we still had enough air for everyone. He was the reason I was alive.
How could that be? He’s told me he’s killing me. He told me he shouldn’t see anybody. Because he was a monster. Because he’s ‘dangerous’. Because he was supposed to kill me.
Why didn’t I care? Did I want him to kill me? Did I want him to kill me? Or did I just want him? He told me that I shouldn’t get attached to him. That no one should get attached to him.
But I knew his true identity.
He was an angel.
Act 3
I heard the creak of the floorboards beneath my now bare feet. Felt the cold, wooden bar touch my fingers.
I was okay. I had to be okay. Needed to be okay. Right?
I saw a shadow move along the floor, getting ready to snatch me. Getting ready to kill me. I knew what they were planning. They’re conspiracy wasn’t hidden from my crimson eyes. I could see them like glass.
My feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I felt my chest tighten in my throat. My breathing could never be steadied. Ever.
Suddenly, I could feel the smoke enter my lungs. Felt the heat close around me.
I had to find him. I had to find him. I had to find him. I had to find him.
My feet spun me around, facing the fire line. The hotel was on fire. I knew that. But I couldn’t let him do this. I couldn’t.
I saw the shadow stand up. Through the fire, I could see his face. The mask looks like the painting by Edvard Munch. Though his hands weren’t up to his screaming face. They were holding a blade. A blade that was supposed to touch my skin. Go through my skin.
I turned back around and started running, feeling my bare feet scratch the shattered glass. I could feel it. I was normal, so I could feel it. But I couldn’t care. I had to get there. Had to. Had to.
I ran up the steps, entering the upstairs hallway. The wallpaper was peeling. I felt my heart beat even faster when I saw the door falling off the hinges. I was going to be too late. We were going to be too late.
Suddenly, I stopped short. I had just realized something. He told me he was going to kill me. What if he didn’t physically kill me….but ‘mentally’? I was here to save him in a fire. If I wasn’t in love with him, I wouldn’t be saving him. Does he know he’s going to kill me?
I covered my mouth, and about coughed my lungs out. It was a deep, throaty cough. I looked at my arm. Blood? I coughed again. I was already dying. Slowly. Maybe fast. I couldn’t be sure. But I was going to die if he didn’t save me.
And he can’t save me until I save him. I glanced behind me. No sign of the killer. I started up the next flight of steps, coughing, breathing in the smoke with hesitation. I should be crawling, but I can’t. I have to save him. I have to.
When I got to the door, I pounded on it with my fists all I could. I tried to open the door with my hands, but that didn’t even work. I coughed once more.
My hands were bleeding. Not bleeding, but covered in blood. No, my chest was bleeding. My lungs were exploding. My body couldn’t take in the smoke. Couldn’t take in all the heat. Couldn’t take in all the stress. The pain. The agony. Just another way to kill me.
I couldn’t be in any more danger. I had a killer after me. My chest was bleeding somewhere. I couldn’t stop loosing blood. My savior was in a door that I couldn’t get open.
I looked frantically around the hall. I saw the fire extinguisher. I ran over and snatched it. I could’ve prevented the fire, but since I met him, I had to save him.
I hit the door handle multiple times before it finally came off. With all I had left, I pried the door open.
He was standing there. In the center of the room, syringe filled to the tip with water, the point touching his skin.
“NO!” I screamed.
He looked up, the bloody tears trickling down his face. His now black eyes filling with so much emotion. He had already done it. He was going to die. He had already injected the water in his veins. He was already dying.
Just like I was.
I screamed again, falling to my knees. I knew I was crying blood too. I knew my eyes were turning black. I wasn’t like him. I couldn’t bring rain. I couldn’t save him now.
I looked back up at him through the tears. His mouth was mouthing the words. He didn’t even have control over his body now.
But I could hear him like he was talking normally. Like he was right beside me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Repeatedly. Repeatedly.
I shook my heard. Even if my eyes were filled with blood, I could see through normally. Perfectly. Just like he used to. But now….now, his world was dying. I was dying with him. With him. With him.
I got up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me. If we were to die, I didn’t want to die without him. I felt arms wrap around my waist. Felt a chin rest on my shoulder. I squeezed, the red liquid dropping on his white shirt.
Suddenly, I felt the world fall beneath our feet. I was going to scream, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around me. I wasn’t falling. I closed my eyes.
His head lifted off my shoulders. I stopped and stared at him. We were surrounded my light. The background was nothing but blackness.
His black eyes burned into me. Burning. Burning.
Realization. My lips parted as my jaw dropped. Without looking away, he moved his hand to my lower stomach.
That’s why I was bleeding. That’s why the smoke wasn’t effecting me. My lungs were bleeding because of fear, not by the smoke. That’s why I was crying blood. That’s why I was able to get the door open. That’s why I could hear his breathing and talking from five feet away. That’s why I wasn’t afraid of him.
Was that why I was in love with him?
I was okay. I had to be okay. Needed to be okay. Right?
I saw a shadow move along the floor, getting ready to snatch me. Getting ready to kill me. I knew what they were planning. They’re conspiracy wasn’t hidden from my crimson eyes. I could see them like glass.
My feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I felt my chest tighten in my throat. My breathing could never be steadied. Ever.
Suddenly, I could feel the smoke enter my lungs. Felt the heat close around me.
I had to find him. I had to find him. I had to find him. I had to find him.
My feet spun me around, facing the fire line. The hotel was on fire. I knew that. But I couldn’t let him do this. I couldn’t.
I saw the shadow stand up. Through the fire, I could see his face. The mask looks like the painting by Edvard Munch. Though his hands weren’t up to his screaming face. They were holding a blade. A blade that was supposed to touch my skin. Go through my skin.
I turned back around and started running, feeling my bare feet scratch the shattered glass. I could feel it. I was normal, so I could feel it. But I couldn’t care. I had to get there. Had to. Had to.
I ran up the steps, entering the upstairs hallway. The wallpaper was peeling. I felt my heart beat even faster when I saw the door falling off the hinges. I was going to be too late. We were going to be too late.
Suddenly, I stopped short. I had just realized something. He told me he was going to kill me. What if he didn’t physically kill me….but ‘mentally’? I was here to save him in a fire. If I wasn’t in love with him, I wouldn’t be saving him. Does he know he’s going to kill me?
I covered my mouth, and about coughed my lungs out. It was a deep, throaty cough. I looked at my arm. Blood? I coughed again. I was already dying. Slowly. Maybe fast. I couldn’t be sure. But I was going to die if he didn’t save me.
And he can’t save me until I save him. I glanced behind me. No sign of the killer. I started up the next flight of steps, coughing, breathing in the smoke with hesitation. I should be crawling, but I can’t. I have to save him. I have to.
When I got to the door, I pounded on it with my fists all I could. I tried to open the door with my hands, but that didn’t even work. I coughed once more.
My hands were bleeding. Not bleeding, but covered in blood. No, my chest was bleeding. My lungs were exploding. My body couldn’t take in the smoke. Couldn’t take in all the heat. Couldn’t take in all the stress. The pain. The agony. Just another way to kill me.
I couldn’t be in any more danger. I had a killer after me. My chest was bleeding somewhere. I couldn’t stop loosing blood. My savior was in a door that I couldn’t get open.
I looked frantically around the hall. I saw the fire extinguisher. I ran over and snatched it. I could’ve prevented the fire, but since I met him, I had to save him.
I hit the door handle multiple times before it finally came off. With all I had left, I pried the door open.
He was standing there. In the center of the room, syringe filled to the tip with water, the point touching his skin.
“NO!” I screamed.
He looked up, the bloody tears trickling down his face. His now black eyes filling with so much emotion. He had already done it. He was going to die. He had already injected the water in his veins. He was already dying.
Just like I was.
I screamed again, falling to my knees. I knew I was crying blood too. I knew my eyes were turning black. I wasn’t like him. I couldn’t bring rain. I couldn’t save him now.
I looked back up at him through the tears. His mouth was mouthing the words. He didn’t even have control over his body now.
But I could hear him like he was talking normally. Like he was right beside me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Repeatedly. Repeatedly.
I shook my heard. Even if my eyes were filled with blood, I could see through normally. Perfectly. Just like he used to. But now….now, his world was dying. I was dying with him. With him. With him.
I got up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me. If we were to die, I didn’t want to die without him. I felt arms wrap around my waist. Felt a chin rest on my shoulder. I squeezed, the red liquid dropping on his white shirt.
Suddenly, I felt the world fall beneath our feet. I was going to scream, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around me. I wasn’t falling. I closed my eyes.
His head lifted off my shoulders. I stopped and stared at him. We were surrounded my light. The background was nothing but blackness.
His black eyes burned into me. Burning. Burning.
Realization. My lips parted as my jaw dropped. Without looking away, he moved his hand to my lower stomach.
That’s why I was bleeding. That’s why the smoke wasn’t effecting me. My lungs were bleeding because of fear, not by the smoke. That’s why I was crying blood. That’s why I was able to get the door open. That’s why I could hear his breathing and talking from five feet away. That’s why I wasn’t afraid of him.
Was that why I was in love with him?
Act 4
My eyes flashed open. The wall was painted a faint, ivory color. Why?
I yawned and turned over. When I saw his face, my throat gave me the lump of strangeness. Why was he laying beside me shirtless? I shivered, not really meaning to.
I swallowed. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping. I moved my leg off his leg, rubbing my toe on his pajama pants. Pants. Thank God.
I uncovered the sheets wrapped around me and took a look. I was in my black pajamas. I even still had my black bunny slippers on.
I closed my eyes, thankfully praying. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea as I remembered what happened.
We were kissing, passionately. Not making out, but kissing sweetly-yet-hard. We were sitting on the couch, his hand rubbing up and down my back, my hands pulling his messy black hair. I remember I could feel his heart beating, listened to our rapid breathing....
I heard something drop to the covers. My head shot down. I about screamed at the blood that was soaking into the covers. I touched my eyes. My fingers were covered in blood.
I kicked him under the covers. I coughed. Blood splattered everywhere. His body shot up. He took my arm and pulled me out of bed. Still in our pajamas, he ran me over to the bathroom. I could still hear him muttering.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What was to be sorry about?
He pressed his hand against my stomach. He shook his head, bloody tears forming in his eyes. I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, kept swallowing.
He stopped. My legs couldn't hold me anymore and I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, shaking my head.
I looked up at him. His eyes were as blue as ever. He coughed in his sleeve as the tears rolled down. He croutched and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair.
"Please no," I whispered, gasping for breath. "Oh God, please no..."
I could feel his shoulders heaving with me. I pulled my legs out from beneath me and sat on the cold, hard, tile floor.
No. Please no. This couldn't be happening to us. Just couldn't. What did we ever do? I didn't steal him. He wanted me, and I didn't say no. What was I supposed to do? Say, 'No, you perve' and be done with us? If I had said that nothing would've happened. But he wasn't a pervert, so I had no reason to say that. And now here we are, crying on the bathroom floor because we were stupid last night and now....
His head lifted from my hair. His arms retreated from my waist. He was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. I stared back. It was like I couldn't look away. I was forced to stare into his eyes. Figures.
I could feel my questions being pulled, but not ripped from me. He was reading me. Literally reading me. Soon, he came to the spot where last night had been. That spot was numb. So totally numb.
Suddenly, my vision was filled with the sudden memory.
We were kissing. Passionately. Just like I remembered. His hands running up and down my back. Mine tugging at his hair so he couldn't run away. He repostioned us both, so that he was lying on top of me. Usually, the people you make out with - you're literally gasping for breath. But for us...perfectly normal breathing. He fumbled with the dress's zipper. I fumbled with his shirt buttons. I pulled his shirt off, now fumbling nearly frantically with his belt. He was still trying to get the zipper to go down all the way. I giggled, throwing his belt behind me. He laughed, also. And it wasn't his usual laugh. No, I hadn't heard the laugh since the trip. This laugh was more happy, more peaceful. More free. Like it actually slipped out for once. He tugged my dress down, showing my bra and my stomach. Suddenly he stopped. Our mouths were together, but our thoughts weren't. He pulled away and looked down. I sat up a bit and looked also. The bruise was a deep, dark purple. The bruise didn't hurt, but the pain it caused him did. He was shaking his head, tears rolling down his cheaks. "She's dead," He whispered. After that, we both sat there, holding eachother, sobbing the blood tears. The time seemed to fast-forward, and we were in our pajamas. I was already sleeping, and he crawled under the covers, wrapped his arm around me, and closed his eyes.
Finally, I blinked. Twice. Three. Four. Five. I lifted my black shirt. The bruise was gone. Vanished. I looked back up at him. I knew he hadn't remembered. That was what he was looking for. We had bothed watched the memories of last night like a TV screen.
"I love you," I whispered. I didn't mean to say it then. Yeah, I did love him. But it was the worst time ever to say it.
He bent down, wrapped an arm around my waist, and the other around my legs. He carried me back to the bedroom.
Suddenly, the world seemed to stop. The earth stood still.
As we both gazed at him, we both knew who he was.
Azrael.
His beauty shined like magic. His eyes were lined with what looked like eyeliner. His hair was blonde, down to his shoulders. He was clean-shaven. His eyes were white. His mouth was smiling, but with kindness. He had no crown on his head, or a halo. He would've looked normal if his eyes weren't so brightly white, his huge, bright, white wings weren't there, his presence wasn't shining like an angel, and his white gown wasn't to the floor. Why did I always picture him looking like Satan or somthing? He was nothing like that.
Azrael laughed. It was more like godly music then the person holding me's music to my ears. The person holding me was beautiful. His short, messy, black hair. His beautiful eyes shining.
Without a word, his arms fell and I was safely on my feet. Azrael walked over to me, his white eyes gently burning into mine.
"I am sorry for your loss. She would have been just as beautiful as you." His voice. Oooh. I about fainted.
He turned to the man who got me her. "I am sorry for your loss, as well." I stared at my man as he nodded. Just like his best friend was standing there. Azrael patted his shoulder. "Your gifts were not the reason this happened. There will be something somthing up that you can not expect her. You two could not take care of her. If she was birthed, she would have been placed into the wrong hands. If she was birthed, you would have become attached to her. It would have been even more painful to give her up." I bit my lip. I remembered him telling me the pregnancy period was going to be done in three months. In twelve weeks something big was going to happen.
He gave my shoulder one last pat, and the next time I blinked, he was gone. The room was dark again.
I stared at him. His mouth was smiling. His eyes went up to mine. He walked over to me, pulling me to him.
"You'll never guess what he told me," He whispered. I wondered what he meant by that.
"What'd he tell you?" I was surprised at the smoothness of my voice. I would've expected it to be sad, but it sounded relieved....in a way.
He kissed my lips softly. "You have the choice of staying with me forever."
I yawned and turned over. When I saw his face, my throat gave me the lump of strangeness. Why was he laying beside me shirtless? I shivered, not really meaning to.
I swallowed. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping. I moved my leg off his leg, rubbing my toe on his pajama pants. Pants. Thank God.
I uncovered the sheets wrapped around me and took a look. I was in my black pajamas. I even still had my black bunny slippers on.
I closed my eyes, thankfully praying. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea as I remembered what happened.
We were kissing, passionately. Not making out, but kissing sweetly-yet-hard. We were sitting on the couch, his hand rubbing up and down my back, my hands pulling his messy black hair. I remember I could feel his heart beating, listened to our rapid breathing....
I heard something drop to the covers. My head shot down. I about screamed at the blood that was soaking into the covers. I touched my eyes. My fingers were covered in blood.
I kicked him under the covers. I coughed. Blood splattered everywhere. His body shot up. He took my arm and pulled me out of bed. Still in our pajamas, he ran me over to the bathroom. I could still hear him muttering.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What was to be sorry about?
He pressed his hand against my stomach. He shook his head, bloody tears forming in his eyes. I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, kept swallowing.
He stopped. My legs couldn't hold me anymore and I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, shaking my head.
I looked up at him. His eyes were as blue as ever. He coughed in his sleeve as the tears rolled down. He croutched and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair.
"Please no," I whispered, gasping for breath. "Oh God, please no..."
I could feel his shoulders heaving with me. I pulled my legs out from beneath me and sat on the cold, hard, tile floor.
No. Please no. This couldn't be happening to us. Just couldn't. What did we ever do? I didn't steal him. He wanted me, and I didn't say no. What was I supposed to do? Say, 'No, you perve' and be done with us? If I had said that nothing would've happened. But he wasn't a pervert, so I had no reason to say that. And now here we are, crying on the bathroom floor because we were stupid last night and now....
His head lifted from my hair. His arms retreated from my waist. He was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. I stared back. It was like I couldn't look away. I was forced to stare into his eyes. Figures.
I could feel my questions being pulled, but not ripped from me. He was reading me. Literally reading me. Soon, he came to the spot where last night had been. That spot was numb. So totally numb.
Suddenly, my vision was filled with the sudden memory.
We were kissing. Passionately. Just like I remembered. His hands running up and down my back. Mine tugging at his hair so he couldn't run away. He repostioned us both, so that he was lying on top of me. Usually, the people you make out with - you're literally gasping for breath. But for us...perfectly normal breathing. He fumbled with the dress's zipper. I fumbled with his shirt buttons. I pulled his shirt off, now fumbling nearly frantically with his belt. He was still trying to get the zipper to go down all the way. I giggled, throwing his belt behind me. He laughed, also. And it wasn't his usual laugh. No, I hadn't heard the laugh since the trip. This laugh was more happy, more peaceful. More free. Like it actually slipped out for once. He tugged my dress down, showing my bra and my stomach. Suddenly he stopped. Our mouths were together, but our thoughts weren't. He pulled away and looked down. I sat up a bit and looked also. The bruise was a deep, dark purple. The bruise didn't hurt, but the pain it caused him did. He was shaking his head, tears rolling down his cheaks. "She's dead," He whispered. After that, we both sat there, holding eachother, sobbing the blood tears. The time seemed to fast-forward, and we were in our pajamas. I was already sleeping, and he crawled under the covers, wrapped his arm around me, and closed his eyes.
Finally, I blinked. Twice. Three. Four. Five. I lifted my black shirt. The bruise was gone. Vanished. I looked back up at him. I knew he hadn't remembered. That was what he was looking for. We had bothed watched the memories of last night like a TV screen.
"I love you," I whispered. I didn't mean to say it then. Yeah, I did love him. But it was the worst time ever to say it.
He bent down, wrapped an arm around my waist, and the other around my legs. He carried me back to the bedroom.
Suddenly, the world seemed to stop. The earth stood still.
As we both gazed at him, we both knew who he was.
Azrael.
His beauty shined like magic. His eyes were lined with what looked like eyeliner. His hair was blonde, down to his shoulders. He was clean-shaven. His eyes were white. His mouth was smiling, but with kindness. He had no crown on his head, or a halo. He would've looked normal if his eyes weren't so brightly white, his huge, bright, white wings weren't there, his presence wasn't shining like an angel, and his white gown wasn't to the floor. Why did I always picture him looking like Satan or somthing? He was nothing like that.
Azrael laughed. It was more like godly music then the person holding me's music to my ears. The person holding me was beautiful. His short, messy, black hair. His beautiful eyes shining.
Without a word, his arms fell and I was safely on my feet. Azrael walked over to me, his white eyes gently burning into mine.
"I am sorry for your loss. She would have been just as beautiful as you." His voice. Oooh. I about fainted.
He turned to the man who got me her. "I am sorry for your loss, as well." I stared at my man as he nodded. Just like his best friend was standing there. Azrael patted his shoulder. "Your gifts were not the reason this happened. There will be something somthing up that you can not expect her. You two could not take care of her. If she was birthed, she would have been placed into the wrong hands. If she was birthed, you would have become attached to her. It would have been even more painful to give her up." I bit my lip. I remembered him telling me the pregnancy period was going to be done in three months. In twelve weeks something big was going to happen.
He gave my shoulder one last pat, and the next time I blinked, he was gone. The room was dark again.
I stared at him. His mouth was smiling. His eyes went up to mine. He walked over to me, pulling me to him.
"You'll never guess what he told me," He whispered. I wondered what he meant by that.
"What'd he tell you?" I was surprised at the smoothness of my voice. I would've expected it to be sad, but it sounded relieved....in a way.
He kissed my lips softly. "You have the choice of staying with me forever."
Act 5 | Part 1
My car seemed to drive as slowly as it could, even though I was nearing 80. I stepped on the pedal even harder.
I didn't exactly care that I was so totally lost. I had no idea where I was going. Just away from him. Away from the person who screwed my life up. Away from the freak who....
Well, what the hell did he really do? Twelve weeks ago he told me I could stay with him forever. I wanted to until I ran into him the next day. Conor. My ex. When Shea, Richard, Idony, Conor, the freak and I went to the cabin last year, Idony and the freak were together. Together together. It disgusted me to no end because he stopped by at me and Shea's work, and it just so happened that Richard was great friends with him. I was in college. I didn't need all the stress of him and Conor. But I took it anyway.
I shook my head angrily, stopping at the stop sign. I looked both ways, then turned left. I could see the city from the hills.
The traffic was absolutely insane. I felt like crying. What if he was following me? No. He wouldn't. He almost wanted me to stay away from him. So that's what I was doing. Staying away.
People say running away makes you feel free. I seriously don't think so. I felt unsafe. I only had clothes and $940 dollars in my purse. So much for running a bakery. I wasn't poor. I wasn't rich. I really had around $2,000 dollars in my bank account, but I decided not to take it all. I hate people who become suspicous. Like him. Ugh.
If he really wanted me, he'd be coming after me. Do I see him anywhere? Do I feel him anywhere? No. Since his 'kind' kind of 'imprints', I'd know exactly where he is and he'd know exactly where I was. And I would know if he was here or not.
I smiled. I was finally away from all that stress. A job in the city isn't hard to find. I'd change into a completely different person. I'd make friends.
Friends. Shea. Richard. Tears welled up in my eyes. I touched my eyes. Water. Not blood. I was far enough from the weird....could I say it? No....freak.
I wiped my eyes and focused on the road. I was always an okay driver. Never "Ho my God, she's amazing!" or "I don't feel comfortable with her at the wheel." Hell, I don't feel comfortable with myself at the wheel.
My lips curled up. I hadn't smiled in over 72 hours. Morons who make me sad. Ugh.
I shook the thought from my head. The road was leading me to a bridge. A long, wide bridge. The lights were almost blinding. I noticed the police men were guiding people along. God, my luck just sucks.
After stop-go-stop-go, I finally got to the bridge. It was more narrow then it looked. It was actually scary, because they were working on the bridge's railings.
Suddenly, the car in front of me stopped abruptly. I turned in front of my seat so I could see something. Anything. And then I felt it.
The bridge was shaking. It wasn't just my car, it was the bridge. A man crawled cautiously out of his car. I saw a policeman wrap his arm around his shoulders and run.
It seemed the world started to stop. My seatbelt wouldn't come loose. A policeman was running toward me, his hat trying to fall off his head.
I struggled. Struggled, struggled, struggled. Why wouldn't it come loose? What the hell was wrong with it? I tugged and tugged. Finally, it came loose and I jumped out of the car. I could barely walk now. The ground was shaking violently.
A woman with a screaming baby came running down. "Please, protect my baby, please!" She begged me. Her eyes were wild, frightened. I couldn't take the baby. I couldn't reply.
The ground beneath us gave in. My mouth dropped open and I started to scream. Scream. Scream. The screaming rang in my ears.
I heard someone screaming something. Wasn't everyone. I opened my eyes. I wasn't falling anymore. I was still on the bridge, but there was a hole in front of me. The woman and the baby were gone. Forever. Usually I would stand there, whispering his name. But I couldn't. I couldn't make anything move. Not even my eyes.
Until the ground below me gave in. Screaming. More screaming. Now I was really falling. I had just inherited one of his special gifts - to see what other people are seeing. I wasn't really screaming.
But now I was. I was screaming and falling.
I felt the water hit my skin, felt the aching, burning sensation. I felt the water start to close around my body. How long could I hold my breath? I realized I was sinking. Sinking down, down, down.
This was my chance. My chance to get away from everything. From the pain. The stress. I couldn't force my mouth open and inhale. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.
I still love him. Loved him more than anything. More than my life? Yes. Yes I did. What did he do to me? Nothing. Why was I running away from him? Because I was sick of loosing blood. Sick of Conor. Sick of being me. I wasn't me anymore. I haven't been me since the cabin trip. Since that night at the cabin...when everyone was on the stage, having a great time, while we were having an even greater time with eachother. Until Idony found out and walked out.
If I could cry, I would've. Instead I just felt this ache in my chest. For air, and for him. Yes.
I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I love you. I don't know what I was doing...please. Please save me. I'm sorry.
But as my mouth was forced open by the water pressure, I felt the emptiness ache with hunger. Ache. Pain. Blood. Electricity. Oh perfect. Great.
The water poisoned what little left of him I had. Killed off everything until I was no more. Until I could barely think.
That's when I felt it. A strong, fierce wave of energy weave itself through my body. White-hot energy. But the water cut it off like a knife cutting a rope. Nothing. I was nothing. That's all I ever was. Nothing.
I was dying. Quickly. Drowning if I wasn't already. The water filled my lungs. The blackness inside my head started to spin. Spin like nothing I've experianced before. Spin, spin, spin.
White.Hot. Don't touch that! It'll burn you! Don't touch him! He'll kill you! He. He. He. Who's he? What's his name? Is he cute? Golly, I hope so. Holly Hannah, he is cute! Oh gosh, Shea, just look at him! I know, tell me about it! Mommy told me he's dangerous though. That he's strange. Weird, even. Why is that? I asked Daddy and he told me he's more special than us. That he can do stuff that we can't. What kind of stuff, sissy? Giggle. Sissy? Anyways, Daddy said that he's non-social. You mean anti-social? Yeah, that. He doesn't even talk to his own mommy and daddy! Can you believe that, twin? I can't. Giggle. Twin?
White.Hot.
My beating heart belongs to you. I'd walk for miles until I found you. Sending all my love to you. If I loose everything in the fire.
White.Hot.
I love you so much. You're the person who I'd like to spend eternity with. I love you. So much. I'm sorry I ever hurt you. You had a good reason to run away. I just want you to know that I understand why you left me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
White.Hot.
I looked out the window of our camper. I saw him, standing there. His black hair covered his face. His frown seemed to be plastered on his mouth. His bright, beautiful eyes shown as bright as the sun. Wait, was he crying? Is he going to be okay?
"Daddy! Stop the car! Please!"
"Why?"
"Please! He needs help!" I pointed at the boy.
"Oh, he's fine. He wouldn't respond if someone punched the boy."
White.Hot.
Are you okay? Is she okay? Ha. Innocence. Peaceful. I love him. Where is he? I looked around the dark, black room. There he stood, dressed in a long, white gown, his hair down to his shoulders, his eyes smiling at me but his mouth frowning. Was that who I think it is? Is he Azrael?
"Azrael?" I called out.
He shook his head. Soon, his gown draped off of him and he was dressed in black, his messy black hair, his frowning mouth turned down. His blue eyes weren't blue, but black. Why? The last time they were black was when he decided to be stupid and try to kill himself. I saved him that time.
I smiled at him. "Hi," I whispered. He didn't reply, only walk over to me and press his lips against mine.
White.Hot.
I didn't know where I was at first. All I knew was that I had just threw up, and I was shivering like a wet dog. I had about a thousand towels draped over me. My eyes felt heavy. I was so tired.
I felt my hand squeeze. I was being held by someone. Who? I coughed again. Blood didn't splurt out. I swallowed. Someone with warm hands pulled my hair back. I was apparently safe. So I was going to sleep. No matter what they said.
"No. Stay with me."
My eyes shot open. His voice was like music to my aching ears. My horrible heart that ever left this man. That explains the energy that was being shot through me.
My body turned around to face him. Still the same guy with the worried expression on his face. His eyes were the same blue they always had been, not black. He was the grown clone of the boy that wouldn't talk to anyone. I remembered the rumor that had spread across the school. That his dad had killed his mom, and then he didn't treat him right at all. Kick. Scream. Yell. Punch. And then I thought about how he sat all alone in the lunch table. How he was always invited but declined. How Shea and I went to sit with him, but without even looking at us, got up and walked away.
This was the same boy holding me. The same boy who was remembering what I was remembering. The same boy who had just saved my life when he was supposed to let me die. Was that why Azrael was frowning? I remembered how Azrael had even warned me that there was something big coming up. This was it.
Reminding me, I turned around. The bridge was absolutely gone. Cars floated in the water. Debri lay beneath the rushing water.
My eyes were like bricks now.
"No, please. Stay with me, baby." I couldn't stay with him. Even if I tried. He couldn't force me. I knew he was weak. I was weak. Definately weak. Weak and unable to stay awake.
"I can't." My whisper was croaky. I couldn't even disipher it.
"Try. Please try. I love you...please try. Hold on, baby, please."
The world wasn't spinning. The world wasn't moving as he held me, trying to keep me awake. Trying so hard to keep me alive.
Jarek and Emery. Together, forever.
I didn't exactly care that I was so totally lost. I had no idea where I was going. Just away from him. Away from the person who screwed my life up. Away from the freak who....
Well, what the hell did he really do? Twelve weeks ago he told me I could stay with him forever. I wanted to until I ran into him the next day. Conor. My ex. When Shea, Richard, Idony, Conor, the freak and I went to the cabin last year, Idony and the freak were together. Together together. It disgusted me to no end because he stopped by at me and Shea's work, and it just so happened that Richard was great friends with him. I was in college. I didn't need all the stress of him and Conor. But I took it anyway.
I shook my head angrily, stopping at the stop sign. I looked both ways, then turned left. I could see the city from the hills.
The traffic was absolutely insane. I felt like crying. What if he was following me? No. He wouldn't. He almost wanted me to stay away from him. So that's what I was doing. Staying away.
People say running away makes you feel free. I seriously don't think so. I felt unsafe. I only had clothes and $940 dollars in my purse. So much for running a bakery. I wasn't poor. I wasn't rich. I really had around $2,000 dollars in my bank account, but I decided not to take it all. I hate people who become suspicous. Like him. Ugh.
If he really wanted me, he'd be coming after me. Do I see him anywhere? Do I feel him anywhere? No. Since his 'kind' kind of 'imprints', I'd know exactly where he is and he'd know exactly where I was. And I would know if he was here or not.
I smiled. I was finally away from all that stress. A job in the city isn't hard to find. I'd change into a completely different person. I'd make friends.
Friends. Shea. Richard. Tears welled up in my eyes. I touched my eyes. Water. Not blood. I was far enough from the weird....could I say it? No....freak.
I wiped my eyes and focused on the road. I was always an okay driver. Never "Ho my God, she's amazing!" or "I don't feel comfortable with her at the wheel." Hell, I don't feel comfortable with myself at the wheel.
My lips curled up. I hadn't smiled in over 72 hours. Morons who make me sad. Ugh.
I shook the thought from my head. The road was leading me to a bridge. A long, wide bridge. The lights were almost blinding. I noticed the police men were guiding people along. God, my luck just sucks.
After stop-go-stop-go, I finally got to the bridge. It was more narrow then it looked. It was actually scary, because they were working on the bridge's railings.
Suddenly, the car in front of me stopped abruptly. I turned in front of my seat so I could see something. Anything. And then I felt it.
The bridge was shaking. It wasn't just my car, it was the bridge. A man crawled cautiously out of his car. I saw a policeman wrap his arm around his shoulders and run.
It seemed the world started to stop. My seatbelt wouldn't come loose. A policeman was running toward me, his hat trying to fall off his head.
I struggled. Struggled, struggled, struggled. Why wouldn't it come loose? What the hell was wrong with it? I tugged and tugged. Finally, it came loose and I jumped out of the car. I could barely walk now. The ground was shaking violently.
A woman with a screaming baby came running down. "Please, protect my baby, please!" She begged me. Her eyes were wild, frightened. I couldn't take the baby. I couldn't reply.
The ground beneath us gave in. My mouth dropped open and I started to scream. Scream. Scream. The screaming rang in my ears.
I heard someone screaming something. Wasn't everyone. I opened my eyes. I wasn't falling anymore. I was still on the bridge, but there was a hole in front of me. The woman and the baby were gone. Forever. Usually I would stand there, whispering his name. But I couldn't. I couldn't make anything move. Not even my eyes.
Until the ground below me gave in. Screaming. More screaming. Now I was really falling. I had just inherited one of his special gifts - to see what other people are seeing. I wasn't really screaming.
But now I was. I was screaming and falling.
I felt the water hit my skin, felt the aching, burning sensation. I felt the water start to close around my body. How long could I hold my breath? I realized I was sinking. Sinking down, down, down.
This was my chance. My chance to get away from everything. From the pain. The stress. I couldn't force my mouth open and inhale. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.
I still love him. Loved him more than anything. More than my life? Yes. Yes I did. What did he do to me? Nothing. Why was I running away from him? Because I was sick of loosing blood. Sick of Conor. Sick of being me. I wasn't me anymore. I haven't been me since the cabin trip. Since that night at the cabin...when everyone was on the stage, having a great time, while we were having an even greater time with eachother. Until Idony found out and walked out.
If I could cry, I would've. Instead I just felt this ache in my chest. For air, and for him. Yes.
I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I love you. I don't know what I was doing...please. Please save me. I'm sorry.
But as my mouth was forced open by the water pressure, I felt the emptiness ache with hunger. Ache. Pain. Blood. Electricity. Oh perfect. Great.
The water poisoned what little left of him I had. Killed off everything until I was no more. Until I could barely think.
That's when I felt it. A strong, fierce wave of energy weave itself through my body. White-hot energy. But the water cut it off like a knife cutting a rope. Nothing. I was nothing. That's all I ever was. Nothing.
I was dying. Quickly. Drowning if I wasn't already. The water filled my lungs. The blackness inside my head started to spin. Spin like nothing I've experianced before. Spin, spin, spin.
White.Hot. Don't touch that! It'll burn you! Don't touch him! He'll kill you! He. He. He. Who's he? What's his name? Is he cute? Golly, I hope so. Holly Hannah, he is cute! Oh gosh, Shea, just look at him! I know, tell me about it! Mommy told me he's dangerous though. That he's strange. Weird, even. Why is that? I asked Daddy and he told me he's more special than us. That he can do stuff that we can't. What kind of stuff, sissy? Giggle. Sissy? Anyways, Daddy said that he's non-social. You mean anti-social? Yeah, that. He doesn't even talk to his own mommy and daddy! Can you believe that, twin? I can't. Giggle. Twin?
White.Hot.
My beating heart belongs to you. I'd walk for miles until I found you. Sending all my love to you. If I loose everything in the fire.
White.Hot.
I love you so much. You're the person who I'd like to spend eternity with. I love you. So much. I'm sorry I ever hurt you. You had a good reason to run away. I just want you to know that I understand why you left me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
White.Hot.
I looked out the window of our camper. I saw him, standing there. His black hair covered his face. His frown seemed to be plastered on his mouth. His bright, beautiful eyes shown as bright as the sun. Wait, was he crying? Is he going to be okay?
"Daddy! Stop the car! Please!"
"Why?"
"Please! He needs help!" I pointed at the boy.
"Oh, he's fine. He wouldn't respond if someone punched the boy."
White.Hot.
Are you okay? Is she okay? Ha. Innocence. Peaceful. I love him. Where is he? I looked around the dark, black room. There he stood, dressed in a long, white gown, his hair down to his shoulders, his eyes smiling at me but his mouth frowning. Was that who I think it is? Is he Azrael?
"Azrael?" I called out.
He shook his head. Soon, his gown draped off of him and he was dressed in black, his messy black hair, his frowning mouth turned down. His blue eyes weren't blue, but black. Why? The last time they were black was when he decided to be stupid and try to kill himself. I saved him that time.
I smiled at him. "Hi," I whispered. He didn't reply, only walk over to me and press his lips against mine.
White.Hot.
I didn't know where I was at first. All I knew was that I had just threw up, and I was shivering like a wet dog. I had about a thousand towels draped over me. My eyes felt heavy. I was so tired.
I felt my hand squeeze. I was being held by someone. Who? I coughed again. Blood didn't splurt out. I swallowed. Someone with warm hands pulled my hair back. I was apparently safe. So I was going to sleep. No matter what they said.
"No. Stay with me."
My eyes shot open. His voice was like music to my aching ears. My horrible heart that ever left this man. That explains the energy that was being shot through me.
My body turned around to face him. Still the same guy with the worried expression on his face. His eyes were the same blue they always had been, not black. He was the grown clone of the boy that wouldn't talk to anyone. I remembered the rumor that had spread across the school. That his dad had killed his mom, and then he didn't treat him right at all. Kick. Scream. Yell. Punch. And then I thought about how he sat all alone in the lunch table. How he was always invited but declined. How Shea and I went to sit with him, but without even looking at us, got up and walked away.
This was the same boy holding me. The same boy who was remembering what I was remembering. The same boy who had just saved my life when he was supposed to let me die. Was that why Azrael was frowning? I remembered how Azrael had even warned me that there was something big coming up. This was it.
Reminding me, I turned around. The bridge was absolutely gone. Cars floated in the water. Debri lay beneath the rushing water.
My eyes were like bricks now.
"No, please. Stay with me, baby." I couldn't stay with him. Even if I tried. He couldn't force me. I knew he was weak. I was weak. Definately weak. Weak and unable to stay awake.
"I can't." My whisper was croaky. I couldn't even disipher it.
"Try. Please try. I love you...please try. Hold on, baby, please."
The world wasn't spinning. The world wasn't moving as he held me, trying to keep me awake. Trying so hard to keep me alive.
Jarek and Emery. Together, forever.
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