here is another story I have written. I feel like there's somthing missing, but I can't really point my finger on what it is. Regardless, it's posted up here. Feel free to leave feedback :)Happy reading!
It is dark outside. How did it get so utterly dark out? The darkness has absorbed all the bright colours off of my surroundings; the trees, the sky, the flowers… all of these lovely things of nature are now shaded with a darkness that I cannot even define.
The chilly air is blowing around me, causing my body to recoil from itself. Where am I? I don’t know. The coldness is eating me inside out. I am lying on the firm dirt ground. I think I am on top of a tree root. There is a sharp pain throbbing on my side, right by my ribs. I want to clutch the pain, to trap it and make it evaporate into thin air, but my arms will not move. They are like lifeless rags slumped beside me. I try to lift my head, but my body will not tolerate it. How did I end up here? It looks like a forest. I try to remember but it is impossible. I close my eyes and take a huge breath of the frigid air. It is so icy that when it enters my nostrils, it seems to burn my throat. I begin to cough—no. I stop right in the middle of the cough. It hurts too much. The throbbing pain is worse now. I manage to move my right arm and touch my right side, trying to diminish the pain—I scream. It hurts. It is agonizing. I cannot describe the exact words for what I’m feeling. It hurts as if someone were stabbing me over and over in the same spot. How did I end up like this? I remove my arm from my side and bring it closer to my face, and then I smell it. That awful smell of rust and salt combined into one. Blood. I am bleeding; but how? I cannot remember anything.
I lay here for so long now, and fatigue is seeping over me and grabbing hold of me, attempting to pull me under, but I have a deep feeling that I should not give in to my exhaustion at this moment. I open my eyes. I see the dark navy blue sky. There are so many stars and the moon is exceptionally bright today; a full moon.
I stiffen—there is a sound, something is rustling in the leaves. A wave of anxiety seeps into me as the sound becomes more prominent. The pain in my ribs isn’t the only thing throbbing now. My heart is beating loudly in my ears, and for a moment it is the only sound I am able to distinguish. I squeeze my eyes shut. If it is an animal that is coming, then my death may be quite painful. I hope to fall asleep before I am devoured.
I try to remember why I am here, why I am bleeding—I can’t. Maybe my head is also bleeding, maybe I have brain damage, and I probably have amnesia …
Something gently brushes my right arm. It is not furry, it is soft and warm. I cannot imagine what type of animal would feel this way. I stiffen up, but my heart decides not to listen to me, and it starts beating much faster. I hear the creature breathing long heavy breaths. The breathing gets closer, louder. I swallow. I am not ready to die. Not this way. I want to scream. I try to open my mouth but I can’t. My body is being stubborn and won’t let me. My eyes are still tightly clamped shut, I am too afraid to see what kind of creature will kill me.
I hear its breathing getting closer, louder. Its’ warm breath is blowing against my neck. It’s a nice contrast compared to the endless coldness I have been feeling. It warms me up. I am thankful that my predator is making sure that my last moments are good.
“Nessa?” a soft velvety voice anxiously whispers into my ear. I know this voice. The voice belongs to the boy I love. I slowly pull my eyelids up, and I see him. He is sitting right next to me, so close to me. He is holding my hand. I don’t even remember feeling him take it. The fear has completely evaded my system, but now the pain quickly and greedily retrieves its place in my body.
“Rob…” I whisper. I can barely hear myself so I am not sure if Robert hears me.
“Nessa, I’m here” he exclaims, his voice vibrating off of my neck. His breath is so very warm against me. Although I am in severe pain, that same electric tingle goes through my body when Rob is close to me. It temporarily distracts me from the pain.
His warmth is so soothing; I want him here with me forever.
He softly rubs my arm. The electric tingle comes back; I want it there.
He bends over me now; his face is merely a few inches away from mine. I lose all train of thought. My heart begins to beat faster and louder, and for once I am able to feel the warmth penetrating through my ears. Robert bends his head further down, and now our lips are joined. He tenderly kisses me. Although most of my energy is drained, I muster up enough to return his kiss. I struggle to swing my arms around him. He pulls his mouth away from mine.
“Nessa, you’re bleeding!” he says. He sounds worried.
“I know” I sigh. I am out of breath from the kiss. It seems so long since we’ve last kissed.
He is no longer hovered over me. The frigid air greedily rushes back to consume me.
“Robert?” I call weakly.
“I’m here Nessa” he says. I want him to touch me again. I want him to protect me from the icy air.
He is hovered over me again now. I sigh a long deep sigh and shut my eyes, causing me to recoil because my side hurts. I open my eyes to see that he is topless. His pale white skin is glistening in the moonlight. I wonder why he is no longer wearing his shirt. He was wearing one before, I am sure of that. His defined muscles are forming little shadows where they crease and jut out.
I am lucky to have such a beautiful boy all to myself. I remember the first time I had ever laid eyes on him. I was dazed by everything about him. I remember the way his bright blue-green eyes stared deeply into mine. I remember the way our first kiss was—tentative but eager in a way.
His beauty is so very unique. He has outstandingly pale skin, but then he has immensely dark brown hair which contrasts greatly with his skin colour. I call him my angel. He is the most beautiful person I have ever met—my thoughts are interrupted by a piercing pain at my side. It already hurts, but it feels like someone has begun to stab it again. I scream.
“Shh shh, don’t worry Nessa, I’m bandaging you” he reassures me in his sweet delicious voice.
So that’s why his shirt is off. I pay more attention now, and I realise that he is wrapping his shirt tightly around my side—another twinge of pain. I manage not to scream, but I bite my lip instead. The pain on my lip temporarily distracts me from the throbbing pain in my ribs.
“Done” he exclaims as he props me up. It hurts.
He turns me so that my back is to him, and then he sets me on his lap. His arms firmly wrap around me. He is shielding me away from the cold. I lay the back of my head against his warm bare chest.
“Won’t you get cold?” I ask him.
“Don’t worry about me” he whispers into my ear. His breath is so warm against me.
He lays his chin on the top of my head. I wonder why the pain hasn’t become worse since now his arms are wrapped so tightly around me. I would have thought that the pressure would be much more painful, but instead it feels the exact opposite. I feel completely safe in my angels’ arms.
“Robert…” I begin to say, but a sudden wave of exhaustion washes through me causing me to shut my mouth.
“Yes?” he asks.
“…why…why are we here? Why am I bleeding?” I manage to mumble. My eyelids are starting to close. It is silent for a moment, but he tightens his grip on me.
“Those horrible people…” he begins. I can already hear the disgust in his voice. “I…I should have never left you alone Nessa…I…” his voice breaks and he begins to sob.
“Don’t cry Rob” I insist. I want to turn around and hug him, comfort him, but his grasp around me is much too strong.
I don’t remember anything though. I don’t know what he is talking about. He is quiet now.
“What happened?” I ask. “I can’t remember anything”
He breaths out loudly and I feel his warm breath on my head.
“Nessa, you don’t have to know what happened…I think it’s better that you don’t remember. I wish I didn’t remember…” he says calmly. I know he is right. Why would I want to be horrified at what happened when I have other things to worry about.
“Why am I bleeding then?” I manage to ask.
He stiffens and is silent for a minute.
“I’m not sure…” he finally whispers. “I…I think you were shot”
That would explain it; the pain, the blood. I wonder why I was shot, but I do not want to ask him, so I don’t.
I look down to my wound. My eyes widen. His shirt is already soaked in the sticky dark red substance. I am bleeding too much. I can feel it. That must be why I am getting so very tired. I do not want Robert to worry though, so I stay quiet. I am too late though—he has already noticed. I see his hand gently brushing his drenched shirt. He isn’t saying anything either, so I imagine that he does not want to worry me. He probably doesn’t know that I have already noticed.
He gently turns me around now—it hurts, but I stay quiet—so that I am facing him. My knees are now firmly against his stomach, and my head is facing his chest. He hugs me close so that my face presses against his cold chest. I worry that he might get hypothermia. If I must die, I do not want him to lose his life merely because he had to give me his shirt so that it could absorb all of my blood.
He rests his chin on my head again. He inhales and then sighs. I burry my face deeper into his chest and blow on it; I am trying to warm him.
“I love you Nessa” he whispers suddenly.
My heart skips a beat. He knows that I will not make it. I know I will not make it.
“I love you too” I say weakly into his chest. My voice is muffled.
He removes his chin from my hair and looks down at me. I take my face away from his chest and look up at him. Even though it is dark, I can still define his bright blue-green eyes. It’s a shame it is so utterly dark. Since I’m dying, I deserve to see the beauty of his eyes in the sunlight. Life isn’t fair though, and I am aware my wish to see his eyes perfectly won’t come true.
He bends his head towards mine and gently brushes his soft full lips against my cheek, to my nose, and then they lock onto my mouth. His lips are cold, as are mine. His breath is warm though, and sweet. I could kiss him forever. I wouldn’t mind die kissing him. Even though I am exhausted, I manage to move my mouth in harmony with his.
His mouth stops moving against mine, and now he is breathing with his nose. His mouth is still on mine though. He exhales through his mouth, and his sweet breath pours into mine. It feels nice in my mouth; the warmth, the sweetness.
He gently pulls away then, and that’s when I realize that my eyes are closed.
“Nessa, I love you” he whispers into my ear again.
I slowly open my eyes; he is staring at me now. His face is so beautiful. I cannot believe that I will be leaving this behind.
He looks expressionless; not worried, not sad. He is trying to keep his face composed to not worry me. He is so kind. He is so perfect.
“I know” I manage to giggle weakly—the motion hurts my side. “I love you too”
He gently places his lips on mine once more and gives me a long tentative kiss.
I want to kiss him again, but exhaustion has suddenly overwhelmed me again. My time will be up soon, then. I cannot imagine what it will do to Robert. He is my love, he is my life. I am his love, I am his life. When I leave, I will be taking his life away with mine. I cannot do that. Seventeen is such a young age to die—it is also a very young age to be in love, the way Robert and I are. Our love for each other cannot be compared to anything. It cannot be described. It is much too strong for words.
It hurts me deeply to leave Robert. I would rather endure ten thousand gunshots, ten thousand stabbings over and over, than to leave Robert. I have to stay alive, for Robert. I have to.
But my body is being utterly difficult. After every pleasure, every tingly electric feeling Robert has given me, my body still chooses to shut down.
My eyes are heavy, and I can feel my breathing become slower.
Slower, Slower.
Robert is still clutching me tightly. He kisses my face everywhere. Every imaginable spot on my face, his lips are upon them. It is enough to make a slight tingle go through my body, but the current is low.
I am falling asleep now. I can feel the exhaustion take over. I am leaving him. No. I can’t. I want to cry.
I feel moisture on my face, and I am not sure whether it’s from Roberts’ kisses, or my own tears.
“Don’t forget my heart…” I hear him whisper into my ear. “…you will be taking it with you” he whispers again.
I begin to drift off, but I manage to squeeze his hand once, before the darkness permanently consumes me.
