Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

"Brad, I don't want to be with you anymore." I say. Me and Brad have been in a stale relationship for a while now, I've just never had the courage to finally end things with him.

"What? Why?" He asks, is he serious? Does he really not see that we're in a failing relationship.

"We'll we're stuck Brad. We're not going anywhere. And if I'm being completely honest, I don't see you in my future. I'm sorry." I say, laying him down softly.

This isn't about me seeing someone else, or leaving him for someone better. It's just that we don't match, which is sad because he's a pretty nice guy.

"We'll okay." He says, his eyes are watery and I can tell that this news has made him very depressed. My heart aches, and this isn't the first time that I've had to do something like this.

I had to do this to a boyfriend I used to have in school. I quite liked him but he moved to a different school so we had to break up for the best.

"I'm really sorry Brad. I wish you the very best." I say and I stand up. I walk him to the door of my apartment.

As I do so he turns around and pulls out his arms for a hug. It would be rude not to accept it, we are still friends after all. I pull him into a tight hug, making sure that he knows that this isn't personal.

All of a sudden I feel an odd sensation in my lower stomach, then a spike of pain in my lower abdomen.

"Be careful who you trust." He says and pulls away from the hug. I look down to see a small blade pushed deep into my stomach. I look back up at Brad who has a devilish smile on his face. He opens the door to my apartment and walks out without another word.

My lungs seemed to have shrunk by about 3 times, my chest feels tight and my legs feel like liquid. I collapse, I cover the wound with my hand.

I instinctively pull out the knife and throw it to the side. I think quickly and crawl my way to the phone on the table where I take it off the stand. I miss it and the phone falls onto the floor.

At this point, I can feel the blood squirting out of the wound, and I know that I don't have long to get help before I bleed out on my own floor.

I manage to scramble for the phone and dial 911. There's a few buzzes before an operator picks up.

"This is 911 what's you're emergency?" The female voice says.

"Yeah I've been s-stabbed by my b-boyfriend, I need and ambulance right n-now." I say, looking down at my wound I can see the red staining my t-shirt and the huge gash that lies beneath the flimsy fabric.

"Okay we're going to need an address so we can send and ambulance." She says calmly, I wince as the pain only get worse and worse by the second.

I tell her my address and now I've got to wait for the paramedics to get here, the only problem is that by taking the knife out of my gut I unintentionally accelerated the process that leads to my demise.

For what seems like an eternity, I sit, slumped up against my counter with half of the stomach being held back by nothing but the side of my hand. I find myself short of breath and a deep desire for water, my throat burning like the sun over the Sonoran Desert.

I here a few bangs on the door before the hinges give way and it flies open onto the floor. By this stage I can't feel my abdomen and my legs are awfully weak.

My vision is clouded by black spots and the man leaning over me is blurred. I can't really see or feel anything but the mans arms around me and another set of hands grabbing my feet. The next thing I know I'm in a helicopter, I think, and I'm off to the nearest hospital.

The flight seems like it takes hours to get there, but once we touch down I'm dragged out of the chopper and into the white walls that is the hospital. I have a gas mask on my face and despite all of the pain and shock my bodies in, it's helping to relieve some of the breathing pain.

All I see as the rush me into surgery is the flashing of the lights as we run down endless hallways. There is paramedics screaming and yelling and people flashing torches in my eyes as they race the clock to save my life.

And the clock is winning.

It's not long til' I'm out of the lights and in a dark blue room, where people with surgical masks seem more relaxed and calmed than the other staff.

At this point though my vision is white until a sharp shooting pain goes up my arm and my lights finally go out.

For good or for bad I, don't know.

A/N: Chapter one will be out soon. And when it is, I hope to see you there.

~M~