where mercutio went - be my juliet contest

Where Mercutio Went

*Dan's POV*

His heartbeat was steady. Calm. Slow. He was knocked out cold. Lying in that hospital bed like it was a coffin. No sign of life and joy. The aura Phil progressed was darkened and cold. It was completely gone. The happiness that was always plastered on his face, it never left for such a long time. It was always a real smile.

The bruises on his ribs were purple and black. Spots everywhere on his torso. The beatings were brutal. Harmful. Killing. I've had it. The pain that James was putting everyone through. I was so desperate to get him back for hurting Penelope, that I hurt my best friend. I know exactly what I have to do. I have to let her go.

I never wanted to or planned on letting her go. Overall, I love her. Loved.

The hugs. Warm. Inviting. Tight.

The kisses. Romantic. Hard. Melting.

The first time. Rough. Amazing. Perfect.

Penelope. Beautiful. Encouraging. Loving. I couldn't even list all her adjectives.

Her smile. It could light up the whole world with just a small grin.

Her hair. Her eyes. Her nose. Her mouth. Her neck. Her beautiful body. Her figure. Her frame. It's absolutely stunning. She curses against it.

My admiring is interrupted by a long beep. Flatline. That can't be possible. I quickly turn my gaze to Phil's heart rate monitor. A straight line appears across the small computer screen. The head doctor rushes in with 2 other nurses. Time is slowed down as I try to get up. It felt like 2 tons were being pushed onto me. My legs weakened, but I managed to get to my feet.

Words flew into my ear and out the other. I gathered around Phil just like the nurses. They were flipping random papers over the other. Checking the IVs and replacing them with gauge and tape. I turned my head and saw Penelope's face through the window. Her glossy eyes were producing tears as she covered her mouth. She shook her head. I turn my gaze back to Phil. I reach for his lifeless hand and engulf it in mine. Hope. That's what we need. So much, hope. Soon I'm being pulled out the door and my hand leaves Phil's. The door closes and Penelope pulls me into a tight hug. She rests her head on my chest and let's her salty tears soak into my shirt. She grabs handfuls of my shirt. This is not the end. I can't leave Pen like this. She'll hurt herself again. She'll feel guilty and the only way to not feel it is to make more cuts. I'm not losing the 2 best people in my life.