Loved

Connection

Garfield's POV
All I could see was black and all I could hear was my breath and beep...beep...beep and my heart. Then I felt something hit hard in my chest. Then a bright light. I was awake. My vision was blurry, then it clear I was a hospital room. My clothes were sitting on a chair. I got up. My foot hit the cold floor. I began to walk towards my clothes. Then I felt a tug on my arm. I looked at my arm. There was needles that were attached to tubes. I thought for a second then I just ripped them out of my arm. Then pain spread all over my body. Then I realized that the tubes were given my body pain killers. I put the pain killer back into my arm. I took off my oxygen tube. My brain went crazy, I heard Rachel screaming. Am I high? I asked myself. The pain killer was finished, so I took it out. I put on my clothes, they were still stained with blood from Rachel's dad. My hair was slicked back with blood also and my hands were still covered in blood. I kept hearing Rachel screaming. Then I realized that through her love for me and my love for her had became a connection. I ran out of my room and shot down the hall. I heard the emergency sirens ringing. I pushed opened the exit door. I ran and ran. I ran all the way to Rachel's house. I knocked on the door. The door opened she must have had left it open. I walked in. I walked towards Rachel's room. Then I felt as if there was another person in her room. I knocked on the door. No answer. I opened the door. A pale guy was onto of Rachel. She was trying to push him off. Then I said, "I think that you're not supposed to be here" the guy looked up. "Who are you" the guy said sharply. "My boyfriend Garfield,you prick" Rachel said. "The great Garfield the fastest runner on the track team, the basketball team captain, the quarterback, and the captain of the soccer team that Garfield" the guy asked. "No shit dumb ass" I said. I grabbed him and carried him out of the door. I closed Rachel's front door and locked it. I walked into Rachel's room, she was crying. "I'm sorry " she stammered. "He just started harassing me" she said. "It's okay" I said. I gently picked her up in my arms and hugged her. I kissed her gently on her lips. "When did you die your hair green?" I asked. "What " she said. "It's green" I stated. "Are you high" she asked. "Maybe I don't feel high though" I said. "How do you know what being high feels like?" She asked "Well I've been high before on um weed" I said. She laughed.