Post by SomethingAboutTheStars on Mar 19, 2012 18:35:34 GMT -5
Thank you dear Greysongal97 for keeping me on posting track and for reading and commenting on every chapter. (: <3 Short chapter, boring chapter, compared to the past, but whatevers. Thanks for reading! Also, check out WalktheRainbows's story, Hanging by a Thread! Beautifully written, and I love it! Hope you read it!
I keep seeing stars. They’re so bright in the blackness, and I shut my eyes often. People are shouting around me, and I barely can make sense of their words. There’s an awful wailing in my head, like the one that was screaming before I had closed my eyes against everything. I can hear panicked voices. Someone’s yelling, demanding something.
“Smoke inhalation. She’s unconscious. Get oxygen!”
I feel so tired. So tired. My body feels heavy. I want to escape into the sky. But there are tubes and masks and hands holding me down. The biggest anchor, my heart. I can hear Greyson’s voice. It’s so close. It’s begging. I can hear my name. He’s calling my name, using his sweet voice. I can’t find him through the heavy curtains and the heavy hands that are pulling me back. There are stars on my shoulders, adding to the weight. There are stars in my eyes. And then they disappear, my vision goes dark.
“Please, let me go!” I can only shout. They’re not listening to me. I’m locked in their grip.
“Get him out here. The building isn’t yet stable. We need to check damages.” Someone else says. Everyone is so calm. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. And then my hand comes around and I punch the person holding me. It’s a new feeling, hurting someone. I don’t like and try to promise myself I will never do it again unless needed. They cry out and in shock and pain let go of my arms. I wrestle free and snatch up the notebook. But I’m not quick enough, I’m not quick enough. They grab me again. Someone takes the notebook from my hand. I see them putting it in a plastic bag.
“No! It’s not yours! Give that back!”
“It’s evidence.”
They’re dragging me to the door again. I’m screaming and screaming. And then I hear a snap. I’ve been struggling too much. My necklace. I see an image of the broken chain. The bullet. The peace sign looking up at me. They pull me away before I can grab it.
They deposit me in an empty police car. I curl up against the door and start crying. That notebook, Lorence’s notebook, was the only thing that I had left of her if she was gone. But then I remember my necklace. I cry harder.
I’m not crying for the necklace breaking, for me losing it. I’m crying because the necklace was another connection to her. But now it’s gone too.
Someone knocks on the door and I startle. I hastily wipe the tears from my eyes and look out. It’s a cop. I see his face through the window, there’s a purple bruise on his cheek. He’s probably coming to tell me the punishment for assaulting a cop. I put my head down again.
He opens the door and slides in.
“Hey kid,” he says to me.
I don’t reply. I want to say I’m sorry, but I at the same time, I don’t want to talk at the moment. In my eyes, it’s understandable.
“Look. I’m sorry.”
My head snaps up. “What are you sorry for?”
“Your girlfriend.”
There’s a wrenching feeling in my gut, a tightening in my throat.
“She’s not dead,” I say softly. I repeat this over and over for a few minutes. “She’s not dead. She’s not dead.”
The cop is silent for a while. Then he says, “Alright. Calm down. You’re right, we don’t know. But we also don’t know if she’ll make it.”
I turn to look at him. “I hate to be rude, but if this is all you want to talk about, please, just go away.”
“No, I’m not done.”
I look up at him again. “Then what do you want?”
“You’re girlfriend’s at the hospital. I’ll give you a ride.”
He offers me the passenger seat, but I reject it. I feel so miserable. Lorence was the match. How could I ever light the dark if my match is gone? It doesn’t matter if there’s a spark. A spark needs to burn somewhere. I see the officer’s face in the mirror, the purple mark on his cheek. And I feel even worse.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “For hitting you.”
“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “I understand. Don’t worry, there won’t be any charges.”
We pull into the hospital parking lot but I don’t make a move to get out. The officer turns around and looks at me. “We’re here,” he says, as if I don’t already know.
I stare at him. “I can’t go in.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t, I…” I try and think of a better reason. It doesn’t work. “Can’t,” the words are starting to jam in my throat as I realize the truth in them. “I can’t hear any bad news about her.” Tears start to form in my eyes again.
“You love her, don’t you?” the officer says.
I nod, wiping my eyes.
“Then you won’t get any bad news. The big guys in the sky wouldn’t take her from you. Just keep on loving her.” The officer gets out of the front seat and then opens the door to the back. “Don’t ever stop,” he tells me. He takes my hand and drops something into it. I’m so numb. Then he closes my fingers around it. “Alright. Get out. Here’s my number. Call if you need anything.”
Chapter 18
Lorence
I keep seeing stars. They’re so bright in the blackness, and I shut my eyes often. People are shouting around me, and I barely can make sense of their words. There’s an awful wailing in my head, like the one that was screaming before I had closed my eyes against everything. I can hear panicked voices. Someone’s yelling, demanding something.
“Smoke inhalation. She’s unconscious. Get oxygen!”
I feel so tired. So tired. My body feels heavy. I want to escape into the sky. But there are tubes and masks and hands holding me down. The biggest anchor, my heart. I can hear Greyson’s voice. It’s so close. It’s begging. I can hear my name. He’s calling my name, using his sweet voice. I can’t find him through the heavy curtains and the heavy hands that are pulling me back. There are stars on my shoulders, adding to the weight. There are stars in my eyes. And then they disappear, my vision goes dark.
Greyson
“Please, let me go!” I can only shout. They’re not listening to me. I’m locked in their grip.
“Get him out here. The building isn’t yet stable. We need to check damages.” Someone else says. Everyone is so calm. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. And then my hand comes around and I punch the person holding me. It’s a new feeling, hurting someone. I don’t like and try to promise myself I will never do it again unless needed. They cry out and in shock and pain let go of my arms. I wrestle free and snatch up the notebook. But I’m not quick enough, I’m not quick enough. They grab me again. Someone takes the notebook from my hand. I see them putting it in a plastic bag.
“No! It’s not yours! Give that back!”
“It’s evidence.”
They’re dragging me to the door again. I’m screaming and screaming. And then I hear a snap. I’ve been struggling too much. My necklace. I see an image of the broken chain. The bullet. The peace sign looking up at me. They pull me away before I can grab it.
They deposit me in an empty police car. I curl up against the door and start crying. That notebook, Lorence’s notebook, was the only thing that I had left of her if she was gone. But then I remember my necklace. I cry harder.
I’m not crying for the necklace breaking, for me losing it. I’m crying because the necklace was another connection to her. But now it’s gone too.
Someone knocks on the door and I startle. I hastily wipe the tears from my eyes and look out. It’s a cop. I see his face through the window, there’s a purple bruise on his cheek. He’s probably coming to tell me the punishment for assaulting a cop. I put my head down again.
He opens the door and slides in.
“Hey kid,” he says to me.
I don’t reply. I want to say I’m sorry, but I at the same time, I don’t want to talk at the moment. In my eyes, it’s understandable.
“Look. I’m sorry.”
My head snaps up. “What are you sorry for?”
“Your girlfriend.”
There’s a wrenching feeling in my gut, a tightening in my throat.
“She’s not dead,” I say softly. I repeat this over and over for a few minutes. “She’s not dead. She’s not dead.”
The cop is silent for a while. Then he says, “Alright. Calm down. You’re right, we don’t know. But we also don’t know if she’ll make it.”
I turn to look at him. “I hate to be rude, but if this is all you want to talk about, please, just go away.”
“No, I’m not done.”
I look up at him again. “Then what do you want?”
“You’re girlfriend’s at the hospital. I’ll give you a ride.”
He offers me the passenger seat, but I reject it. I feel so miserable. Lorence was the match. How could I ever light the dark if my match is gone? It doesn’t matter if there’s a spark. A spark needs to burn somewhere. I see the officer’s face in the mirror, the purple mark on his cheek. And I feel even worse.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “For hitting you.”
“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “I understand. Don’t worry, there won’t be any charges.”
We pull into the hospital parking lot but I don’t make a move to get out. The officer turns around and looks at me. “We’re here,” he says, as if I don’t already know.
I stare at him. “I can’t go in.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t, I…” I try and think of a better reason. It doesn’t work. “Can’t,” the words are starting to jam in my throat as I realize the truth in them. “I can’t hear any bad news about her.” Tears start to form in my eyes again.
“You love her, don’t you?” the officer says.
I nod, wiping my eyes.
“Then you won’t get any bad news. The big guys in the sky wouldn’t take her from you. Just keep on loving her.” The officer gets out of the front seat and then opens the door to the back. “Don’t ever stop,” he tells me. He takes my hand and drops something into it. I’m so numb. Then he closes my fingers around it. “Alright. Get out. Here’s my number. Call if you need anything.”