What Life Stole

Downhill

Jyoti's POV:

"Hey Jyoti," Nate said as his hands were tickling me all over my stomache.

"Nate, stop it." Hahaha. I tried to remove his hands but he was too strong.

"Never." He said playfully with an evil voice.

I actually loved it whenever he would tickle me. It made me feel just how much he truly cared for me.

"Nate?" I asked nervously.

"Yes." He responded looking up at me.

"Promise me something," I said looking down as I was fidgeting with my hands.

"Anything." He cupped my hands in his.

"Promise me that you will never leave me. Promise me that we will grow old together and die together."

"I promise." He pulled my hands towards his lips and kissed them, making a smile at me to reassure me that he would keep his promise.

.......

"Nateeeee!"

I woke up crying and screaming Nate's name. I tried to move and noticed something heavy on my body. My clothing from the night before was soaked from the rain. My lacy black dress was all destroyed by the rain. That's when I remembered everything.

I couldn't bear to forget. The accident kept replaying in my head over and over again. Flashes of blood and Nate's deathless body kept coming back again. It was an endless circle that wouldn't stop playing in my head.

Shivers were sent down my spine from the soaked, cold dress. I needed to bathe or I might as well risk getting a cold.

I tried getting up, but I ended up landing flat face on the wooden floor, I could barely manage to get up. I leaned on the couch for support to get back on my feet, my feet were wobbly and weak. I finally managed to walk to the bathroom door.

I opened the door that was a low blue shade and walked inside. Afterward, I proceeded to turn on hot water inside the white tub. Then I  started to undress.

After a few minutes, I completely got lost in space that I started to stare at the blue wall blankly while the water was still running. Until I heard water droplets hit the wooden floor. That's when I came back and noticed that the water had overflowed. I turned it off and got in.

I laid in there, what seemed like hours. Thinking to myself, What's the point in living if I can't have you, Nate? I began sobbing, thinking terrible things, I should just die.  I slowly closed my eyes and submerged my head underwater. I could feel my head becoming dizzy, my vision blurry, and my chest beginning to tighten.

Just as I was about to utter my last breath, I heard a voice. I immediately opened my eyes and saw an unrecognizable figure reaching its arms towards me.

I weakly managed to ask, "Nate?" As I blacked out.

"Jyoti, can you hear me?" Asked a familiar voice.

I could barely make out any of the words until I started coughing out water.

"Oh, thank god you're alive, Jyoti. What the hell were you thinking?" Said the relieved person.

That's when I remembered that Abigail was the only person who would ever say something like that. I let out a loud cry on the bathroom floor.

"I don't want to live anymore if I can't spend it with Nate." I clenched my heart with my hand. "It hurts so much." I took a breath in, trying to catch my breath. "What's the point in living if I can't see him, if I can't touch him, or if I can't hear him anymore?"