Ride Or Die

I Saw

I saw




Jason's point of view

I haven't visited her in a week. The doctor has been telling everyone that she could wake up any day now. That was probably for the best considering I missed her more than anything in the world. Despite how upset I was with her, she faced death head on. I was more than happy to forget the past and just have her in my arms again. I never wanted to know what it was like to go on without her. Today was the day I finally built up the courage to visit Paisley again. Did it seem crazy that I was ready to talk to her even though she might not hear me?
I shuffled my way through the door quietly, as if a small sound was going to wake her. Unlike myself, I stumbled my way to the chair that sat next to the beauty queen who laid aimlessly across the bed in a rather messy form. Even in her worst hour she was the most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes on. God, I wanted her to wake up. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, hug her, and tell her I love her. Mindlessly, I plopped down into the chair as took a moment to study the girl over. The thought sickened me, yet I couldn't help but almost convince myself that the body in front of me was nothing more than corps. She appeared so dead it was almost unreal-- or too real? My hand crept its way onto the stiff mattress and I found her hand to be wrapped up perfectly in mine, like it always fit. I sighed mentally realizing just how cold her limbs were, she was freezing.
Shaking the thoughts away, my voice broke the silence in the room, all except the pestering of the machine latched to the wall that continued beeping, I would have ripped it out if it not have been Paisley's life depended on it. My tone was so rough, even I was was surprised at my own sound, "I'm mad, goddammit, I'm so fucking mad at you Paisley." After those words escaped, my heart took over and I soon pictured my life without the girl that lay in front of me, "But that's okay. It'll all be okay. I'll forgive you if you just do something as simple as waking up. Stop leading me on. I wake up every damn day just waiting to hear the news that your awake and okay. I love you more than I can explain. Even though I'm mad as hell, I forgive you. Just pleas wake up for me--" Unwillingly, my voice began to crack. I was so emotional and just a complete wreck over this girl. I had never cried over a single person before Paisley James. "You can't leave me. We're fucking engaged, that's a promise to spend the rest of your life with someone. We made that promise and now you have to wake up so we can follow through with it. Paisley, please..." The words faded out as I heard footsteps approach the door way.
Quickly, my hands shot to my face and erased any evidence of the prior tears that cascaded down my face only moments before hand. When my head turned to the door I noticed Laron leaned against the frame, "Hey." He spoke simply. I nodded his way, only afraid that if I were to use words, my emotions would catch back up with me.
Paisley's point of view.
Everything was still dark. If possible, I'm sure I would be crying my eyes out by now. Jason's words hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted to grab him, and hold him in my arms, refusing to let go. Ever. He knew. No more secrets. He knew now about the little person growing inside of me. Knowing this made me nervous, yet relieved all in the same. It took off the stress of having to tell him, I suppose. I wanted now more than ever to wake up, but as I tried harder and harder, I only found myself to become even more exhausted. When the hell was I going to wake up?
A new voice caught me off guard, it was Laron's, I was sure. "Hey," He sounded to be at a distance, but soon traveled closer along with a couple clacks of I'm assuming his heels. "How you holdin' up?" His words stopped only a short ways away, and then I heard the sound of a hand clasping against something? I guess he was patting Jason on the shoulder or gesturing some sort of support. Playing this continuous guessing game was completely flustering. "Hangin' in there," Jason replied pointlessly, "I just want her to wake up, ya feel?"
"Yeah man, I can't imagine what I would do if it were Sam."
Jason's hand soon found mine once more as he traced it over with his strong thumb. The circular motion against the web of my fingers made me relax at the slightest while he spoke, "Yeah." Then the object on my ring finger of my left hand began to twirl as I guess he was spinning the ring around the limb. My heart made great leaps and I pondered up a fantasy in my mind of Jason and I a week ago in his office. Just like we always had, we were messing around with each other, pushing each other to our sexual limits, and loving each other endlessly. That's when I could see. I saw his flawless complexion, his gorgeous eyes burning with lust and desire, his plump and pale lips aching for touch, and his muscular body itching for attention.
That was all erased ever so swiftly once I was brought to reality, and saw nothing.