Gypsy(A Lost Boys Fanfiction)

Darkness pulled me into it's comforting embrace, and for the first time in my entire 19 years of being here, I thought I was going to die. My head swirled with anticipation as I lay on the boardwalk floor, my eyelids slightly dropping to a close as I managed to stay awake, but not at all grounded. I couldn't see anything that wasn't in doubles, more than a little fuzzy and darkened; my head ached and my whole body seemed numb to the situation. That scared me, not only because the side effects of the hit made me feel as though I wasn't in control of my own body anymore, but because I felt as though I was going to die. Right here, laying on the boardwalk floor some feet away from the twirling carousel, hidden away from society; pushed in a dark alleyway where I would be found by some doughnut eating cop to find me. This was the way I was going to die, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

I felt my mind slowly become stronger than my psychical body, and I fought hungrily against the urge to let my eyes slip shut and fall into a deep sleep. I had already made it plain to myself through constant thoughts of hanging on, that if I let myself go, as much as my body begged, I wouldn't wake up. This would be the last place I would ever see before ending up in the darkness that pulled me in so close, holding me tight and trying its best to squeeze any of the life that remained inside of me out. Though I wouldn't let it take me, it was a silent vow I had made about a minute ago.

I was getting more tired and exhausted from the simple action of not letting go, that I could feel voices echo within my head. That's when I knew I was either hallucinating at the moment, or becoming full on crazy with each second that passed. 

"Gypsy.. Gypsy.. Gypsy.. Gypsy."

My biological name was being repeated on an endless loop in four entirely different voices, and at the moment that confused me. Though I continued to listen, because in a way I felt as though they were keeping my grounded; just by the simple human action as speaking my name. I had been convinced by than that I was going crazy, only my real family had known my name, and they were long gone. But I continued to listen, just because it made me feel okay for the moment.

"Don't let go.." I heard the deepest male voice whisper, and by the tone in his voice he was trying to plead that I didn't let go. Though it was so hard not to just fall asleep, and forget the life that I once lived. Forget the past and forget the future and just let go. It would be a lot easier than hanging on for nothing, nobody would miss me.

I'm a gypsy, a traveler, nothing to love, everything to hate.

I suddenly felt myself being hoisted in the air and pushed against a rock hard chest. My arms were too weak to move, though the seeming male figure handled me with care. And at the moment I didn't care who the unknown figure seemed to be, I just cared about hanging on and not talking my delirious self into letting go. Just because it was the easy way out.

It was becoming a lot harder not to sleep than before, so I concentrated on the man who's arms I was laying in. His body was oddly cold, and his heart was beating a slow yet rapid pace, but in a rhythm that I tried to remember.

Thump Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. Thump Thump.. Thump Thump.

His heart's beat was irregular, which just kept me guessing and asking questions, keeping me awake for sometime longer.

Suddenly everything was becoming much darker than before, because finally my body had won the battle of dominace with my weakening mind. As much as I wanted to hold on, I knew it was humanly impossible with the mortal body I live inside.

I knew I was dying when I felt the prick of something sharp against the nap of my neck. My mouth opened to possess a scream, but nothing escaped my blood soaked lips. I couldn't have imagined what was eating at me, because suddenly the comforting feeling of the man was gone and another pressance was in the space. It was an un-explainable feeling, but finally I felt the okay to let go, praying that this wasn't the end and I just didn't let myself die like a weak girl living in a stronger world.