Fluid

Chapter 8

The next day

The Woods

"Come on, Jamie. Five layers is enough! We are going to the woods not Antarctica!" I had sweatpants and jeans on. A cami, sweater, and sweat shirt encased any body heat to my skin. Two pairs of gloves and two pairs of socks and snow boots were also part of my cold weather attire. Doing a funny waddle I got through the door. I adjusted my beanie and put my heavier jacket as we walked to the woods. "You are going to have a heat stroke in the middle of winter." Krys rolled his eyes.

"I will be fine. You can always lose layers, but you can't gain any." I pecked his check with a kiss.

"We are here. There are boulders to sit on and a fire pit. I brought two blankets," Krys informed me while settling a thick, quilt blanket on the boulder and then invited me to cuddle. We lay together talking about the future and clouds with a blanket over us. We heard foot steps, while we were cuddling. My eyes widened and my adrenaline rushed all through my body. I shot up with a force that made me dizzy. I felt low on breathe and fears ran through my mind.

"Who is it?" Krys cried out in a panic. I picked up all of our stuff as fast as I could.

"Krys, we have to leave now. Please!" I grabbed the blankets and started to go up the hill that lead to Krys' house, but I dropped the luggage because it was too heavenly.  He refused to move, despite my pleading.   "Please, I love you. Don't do this."

"I am going to fight this time!" He turned away from me, stood up and yelled, "Fight me, bitches!" I feared what would happen next for I cowardly ran up the hill. My hands spasming and struggling to climb. Once at the top of the hill, I fumbled around for my phone, not taking my eyes off Krys.

I felt like I was watching Krys die. Krys was screaming profanity and pulled out a knife. During this, all I had the courage to do is stand there and watch from a far. I hastily called his aunts and told them what was happening. I felt hands on my back and my heart fall to my stomach, as I felt myself fly foward, leaving my phone behind. Pushing with as much force as they could, they successfully knocked me down the hill.  Landing near Krys, I cried in pain. I used my hands to find the source of the pain, while tumbling I had been cut, deeply by thorns and there was dirt in the cuts.

"Krys, we have to go the hospital!" I cried and was panicking violently. Trying to stand up, I came to the realization that my cuts were to deep. I was looking too much blood, and too fast aswell. I couldn't help but think, "how much can one person take?".

I ripped off my sweat shirt and made a truncate for my leg. Looking at my shoulder, I saw a gash that cut so deep you could see bone. I screamed and held my arm, crying hysterically. Taking off my sweat pants in agonising pain and tied it, tightly on my arm. The excoriating sting and pain was almost unbearable. Taking the snow, I rubbed it against the cut to numb the pain. Trying to breathe and manage my pain as I slugged up the hill. With each attempt at an army crawl I would gasp onto the snow and drag myself up a little higher. Half way up, Krys ran to me and picked me up and he ran to the house.

"I am really dizzy. I think I need to just close my eyes." I whined into Krys' shirt.

"Don't you let go. I love you. Just focus on my voice. We will be home soon," Krys was crying and sniffling.

"Home. That is where I want to go. Home. Take me home, Krys. Can you be my home?" my eyes only saw the brightest light of the sun with the most sensitivity. I came to the devastating conclusion that I do not have a safe home. Krys is the only stability I have. If I lose him, I lose everything. I closed my eyes, picturing a better life for myself. My dream was interrupted as I was put on a table and lights shined in my eyes.