Black and white

Knives and pens

As you approached the boundary a light flashed. A bullet strayed from its cover. It whispered to you, feeling your hair. Pushing you back until you finally stopped. The edge. It has come to close for comfort. It was swirling around your feet. Taunting you.

You turned around. Panting. Startled.
"...." You couldn't speak. Couldn't hear. Couldn't move. You could only feel. And what you felt. Was pain. Sending you backwards off the cliff into blackness. This time, the bullet yelled at you. Telling you to go. To wake up. To leave.

You jolted awake in the hospital. There was a strong pair of hands on your arm. You instinctively grabbed for them. The owner jolted as you touched him.

"Kat...its ok," it was christian "you were shaking and crying...." He hugged you momentarily letting you relax. Then, you reached up for your eyes only to find salty water. You smiled and laughed a little.

"Just a dream." you chuckled as he sighed. "I'm fine. Where's alex, chris?" he pointed to a chair where a fluff of brown was sitting curled up an covered with a dark blue blanket. You smiled and looked back at Chris.

"You haven't slept have you..." He smiled softly at your notice.

"I cant.." He shallowly laughed.

You put your hand in his hair and pet him. "Sleep please, for me." he laughed.

Then you pulled his head so it was touching yours. You kissed his fore-head and pulled him back. "Sleep." you smiled and dozed off when he finally fell asleep next to your bed.

*a few days later*

You were happily let go out of the hospital. Free from the wired and needles and that smell. You shivered just thinking about it.

"Cold?" Chris asked. You shook your head.
"Bad thought." you joked while winking at him.

You and Chris were walking a couple paces ahead of a slow, and quiet, Alex. He hadn't really said anything about the incident or about anything really.

You shifted away from Chris and slowed down to be next to Alex.

"Hey," he jumped a little at your voice "sorry. How are you feeling?" You asked as he was standing up a little straighter.

"Guilty..." was all that he said. You sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks. "And stupid." he finished.

"Alex." You waited till he looked at you. "You didn't do anything- "

"Exactly!" He cut you off and shrugged away before sitting down on a nearby bench. Chris huffed as he watched. You looked back and gave a shy smile, sitting next to alex.

"Alex-" you tried

"NO! Kat. Stop. You know I could've done more. I know I could've done more. I could have warned you earlier....i could have stopped him...i could have-"

"But Brett told you not to..." you stood up and looked at him. Lips pressed in a line, as if saying I'm right aren't i. He sighed.

He stared at you watching as you stood. Your posture more professional, more intimidating.

"Yes..." he whispered slouching forward and putting his chin in his palms. He then looked up at me. "You still know I could have told Mr. Reginald. Or the dean." He leaned all the way forward " or Chris. I could have even-" i put my hand on his shoulder stopping his sentence.

"You've done enough." i smiled at him. "You were too overwhelmed to think. You wen told me, said aloud, in the gym that you "worked" for him..." you dropped your hand and let that hang in the air.