Toxic || Luke Hemmings

{One}

The snow fell like feathers drifting through the wind, looking for a place where it could land blissfully.

The black sweater I was wearing seemed perfect for this occasion. White spots stuck on to it like glue.

I took a deep breath. I knew this was going to happen.

Death is inevitable.

Taking a step closer to the ledge, I felt a gust of wind pick up, letting my hair flow beside me. I knew that this was the right time. December.

Another step.

I was close now, a lot closer then I have ever been to a ledge. I looked below. The water was rapid, spitting onto the cliff, begging for someone to dare take it on.

I was that person.

I lifted my foot and put it over the edge, knocking down pebbles into the icy waters below. It was time.

I closed my eyes and jumped.

However, at the very last moment when my feet were connected to the ground, I swear I felt two hands lightly push me forward. I came alone.

The wind seemed to blow right past me, not giving me a second thought. My hair was dancing with the breeze, and I felt as light as the snow gently cascading around me. I felt free.

A feeling suddenly sprang up in my feet, my legs, my torso. The water.

It felt like I was being shot 10,000 times, the intensity only rising as I was fully immersed into the waves.

I could feel my body fighting against the currents, desperately attempting to get oxygen back into my lungs, but my mind was calm.

I swallowed the water, a burning sensation could be felt in my lungs, and I knew I was merely seconds from slipping away.

Suddenly, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked. I saw a boy. He had blonde hair, the front sticking up a little bit. His deep eyes matched that of the ocean I was slowly drowning in.

He was beautiful.

His eyes were the last thing I saw.

~~~

I laid sprawled across my bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Same nightmare. Different ending.

A light flashed on, temporarily blinding me.

"Brighley? Hello? Can you hear me?" Called a frantic and tired voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You really don't need to do this every week," I replied, slightly annoyed because the light was hurting my eyes, and slightly because of the repetition.

She scoffed. "Of course I do. Who know what could happen if I wasn't here."

"Yeah," I replied sarcastically, "I could be dead."

"Don't say such things. You've made it this far. Why would you just give up now?" She questioned, still messing with the monitor systems.

"Don't say words like such. It makes you sound like a dork."

She just smirked at me. Out of the 28 doctors and nurses I've become acquainted to at North Shore, she was one of the only ones I could actually get along with.

"Why can't I just take it every night?" I asked.

Her smile softened, "It's only safe in small doses a week apart. It wouldn't be good to take it every night."

"Well, I'm not going to fall asleep again," I laughed without humor, "So can I please just go walk around the floor for a bit?"

She looked at me seriously.