Pt. 2

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He didn’t say a word; he just rubbed his thumb back and forth on my arm. I wrapped my arms around his stomach to hug him, and let myself get lost in his body until I could calm myself enough. My cries slowly turned to slight gasps, a hiccup here and there, until I could get myself to just take deep breaths. James never let go of me, he would squeeze my arm lightly every now and again. I concentrated hard on steadying my breathing to the rise and fall of his chest.

“It’s okay to cry sometimes. You should never feel ashamed of it, even if you break down in the middle of class, you have the ability to cry for a reason, and it releases stress. So just let it out whenever you want to,” he told me, his voice a little shaky. I nodded my head, and let out a laugh.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I admitted.

“I think I saw one of those little flying devils shoot you with an arrow that was on fire,” I looked up at him and smiled. He shrugged and smirked.

“Yeah, ‘cause he thought I was hot stuff,” I joked. He rolled his eyes, smiling like a little kid.

“You’re such a dork omigod!”

“I’m funny, what are you talking about,” this made him laugh more, he pinched my side making me laugh. I reached for the bag of M&M’s beside me and poured more onto my hand. Using the hand that was over my shoulder, he grabbed an M&M. “Hey!” I exclaimed. He threw it in the air, catching it in his mouth. His tongue stuck out, as if reaching to catch it. Once in his mouth, he looked down at me and winked. I looked away hoping to hide my face going red.

“What do you think is really going to happen when we wake up?” I pursed my lips; this could be the hardest question I have ever been asked in my life.

“Why us James? You said that everyone here is in the same hospital, but we are the only people who are talking to each other. If you go back into the station or whatever it is you feel like calling it, everyone is coping by themselves. So why are we different?” I knew I wasn’t answering his question but I was confused about this too. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Maybe we are different?”

“You say that as if we are going to find out we have super powers,” I giggled.

“You never know, I could be the flash. I mean did you not see how fast I ran?” he smirked as I shoved him playfully.

“I think when we wake up; we won’t necessarily be the same, like as we were before. I over dosed. I took a whole bottle of pills James; do you know what that could do to my state of mind? I could be in a really bad depression, my personality could have shifted completely, I could loose my memory. James I didn’t know who the person I was, was when I killed myself…” my voice is beginning to shake as he interrupts.

“Tried to, you’re not dead yet Adelaide,” his voice is barely but a whisper.

“When I tried to kill myself… but the thing is, I don’t even know who the person I am going to be is, when I wake up. If I somehow remember this I promise I will try to find you, but what if you don’t like who I am? And what if I don’t like who you are? What if we don’t find each other?”

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