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The Love Struck Loser
Join Date: May 2009
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Triggering - heartache,life take...(short story)
She destroyed his heart; broke it into a thousand shards, but every one of those shards still adores her, how is this still possible? He lies alone on his bed, wishing for her warmth, wishing to just touch her once more time. Only pain can numb this heartache, the emptiness in his chest, he takes a knife to his wrist and mumbles to himself “why don’t you love me?”
He lies on his bed, waiting to fade from this pain, watching a scarlet stream form down his arm; he allows himself one last treat, a listen to her voice, he rambles about his love for her, apologies for all his wrongs, he says his last good bye, sobbing as he goes.
A question runs through and through her mind, “would he really do that? Would he really want to die? Would he really kill himself over me?” She knows what has happened, she knows what he has done, she rings his phone with all haste but no answer, she doesn’t know what to do, she calls the police in fear, “my boyfriends trying to take his life”
She runs towards his house as fast as she can, the bedroom light is on, she franticly slams the door, hoping to see his face behind the door, but there is no answer, she knows he is there, she calls out to him, there’s no answer, the street goes quiet, only the sound of her distressed cries fills the air, if she could take it all back she would, she didn’t mean to cause this, she falls silent, a tear rolling down her cheek, hoping he’s okay but knowing he’s not.
She sits at the door, hoping for him to answer it and say he was okay, wishing she could just hold him one last time, the police come rushing up the road, four police in full riot gear emerge from the car, they walk up to the door, they knock once, no answer, SMASH!, the door falls from its hinges and the police enter, looking for him, hoping this is all a false alarm, she stays outside, frozen in fear, a voice comes on the radio “we found him, ambulance required, he’s in a bad way, there’s blood everywhere”
update!- more :)
She want to go to him, she want to see him, but she’s scared, scared of what he’s done, if he is gone, would she want to see him?, her legs are frozen, she can’t move, she just sits there in disbelief, praying he’s okay, in her own little world, oblivious to the 2 police talking to her, one of them glances at her arms, she pulls her sleeve down without a second thought, its like a reflex now, she so used to it….
The ambulance arrives, the paramedics rush into the house, a few seconds pass without much noise, suddenly a shout comes from the house “let me die! You don’t get to choose whether I want to die or not, it’s my life! My choice if I want to take it!!” the shout suddenly stop, she knew it was him, another tear falls from her cheek, she caused all of this, she wants things to go back to normal, whatever normal is for a self harmer…
A few more minutes pass, then one of the police officers comes out with blood all over him “I had to get him on the stretcher, bloody emo…” he looks at her and smiles “how do you know someone like that honey?” she pulls up her sleeve to reveal a pattern of cuts across her arm and mumbles “anyone can self harm, you don’t have to be ‘emo’ to cut yourself…” he goes quiet and walks back into the house trying to avoid the confrontation he had caused…
A clang is heard from the house and a few seconds later he is brought out of the house on a stretcher, she watches him pass her, lying motionless on the stretcher, the tears multiply on her cheek, wishing it was her not him, he is put into the ambulance, she’s asked if she would like to come in the ambulance, she shakes her head with her head in her hands, trying to come to terms with what she had pushed him to…
A few hours pass, she hasn’t moved, everyone has left except for a single officer, the officer ask if she would like to collect a few personnel things for him at the hospital, she nods and gets up, she loses her balance at first, she’d been sat on that step the whole night. She walks into his room, normally it was a bright happy place filled with photos of friends, it now resembled a butchers more than a bedroom, his sheets were covered in blood and all his pictures were knocked over, she grabs a few things and leaves quickly not wanting to spend much time in the room that once held such fond memories.
The officer drops her home and she sits on her bed, thinking of him, a million thoughts running through her head, is he’s alive?, will he hate me?, should I go see him?, she fights herself the whole night, staving off the urges to hurt herself,thinking what is the point, thinking of him, it kept her sane.
Morning comes; she is still awake, she calls in sick wanting to go to see him, she walks into the hospital ward, praying he is there, she looks in the corner of the room, there he is, unconscious, but alive, she runs over to him and throws herself on him, hugging him tightly, his once clean wrists, now covered in deep cuts and words, die, sorry, love me, it brings a tear to her eye, she had pushed him to the very edge and even at the end all he could think about was loving her…
She asks the nurse if he’s okay, she says he will be kept in indefinitely unless an appropriate adult can be found and will be prepared to sign him out and take care of him and ensure he sees a psychiatrist every week for the 6 months, she asks if she can, “only if he is okay with it, I’ll ask him when he wakes up” the nurse replies, she returns home, doing nothing but waiting, waiting for the answer, praying he will forgive her for saving him.
i'll add more later, comments please :)
Last edited by LukeyBear Says RAWR : 22-09-2009 at 01:50 AM.
Reason: updated
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