Will Never Settle For A Quileute Boy

Write On Me (Part Three)

Write On Me (Part Three)

I couldn't breathe, the weight on my chest had made it so hard to take a breath, I knew it was the end for me. I tried to steady my breathing, but it seemed nearly impossible since I had been faced down and I couldn't move a muscle. I felt crushed. I blinked but I was choking. I couldn't move and there was nothing on top of me.

I knew my life was ending by the way my heart pulsated within my throat, my vision had been blurred and then focused, which caused my world to spin resulting in the nauseated feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt like a vegetable. The way I felt was so lifeless, and even if I wanted to scream, no one would hear my cries.

Not even those stupid wolf boys.

And the funny thing about death? The surrounding life around you didn't seem to notice that you were still there even long after your heart stopped beating. By then it was too late.

I saw everything. And by everything? I saw Paul looking straight down at me, screaming my name. Tears soaking his perfectly tanned cheeks before the rain fell, I saw his hurt, I saw his reaction as he tried his hardest to come get me. But where I was had been damn near impossible to get through for someone of his size.

I saw that he cared. That Paul Lahote really did love me.  Even if it was hard to show it half of the time. He had been a tough man his entire life, and the fifeteen years that I had known him; I had never not once, saw him cry. He had lost his mom three months before I met him, his dad had been nowhere to be found. All Paul had was his aunt, and that seemed like enough. And since he met me, his aunt said that being his best friend would be good for him. Knowing that I was always going to be there had been reassurance that little Paul would no longer feel alone.

It terrified me to see him that way.
So broken.

Seth had reached me first. His small figure had been able to maneuver through the tight spaces, but when he reached me, he felt lost. First, he laid his ear to my chest after flipping me over carefully. No breathing. Checked where the bleeding was coming from. Right temple had been split open. Then he broke down and cried because he didn't know what to do.

He broke down right in front of me. All these years I wanted to know just what the wolf boys thought of me. And now it was clear that they really cared about me.

After several moments, some moments longer than others where he cried harder, then tried to calm his breathing, only to start crying again. He started making his way up through the boulders to confirm the bad news.

I wish they knew that I was still here, seeing the hurt and the love. But the rain was getting too heavy and the storm was just beginning.
It wasn't the white lighting that captured my attention, it had been the voltage soaring through my whole body that had me going into convulsions.

I had the idea that it didn't strike in just one place either.

My body felt alive although I had been completely immobile, I just felt this source of energy flow through me but I felt as if it was making my situation ten times worse. I'm dead, what had been the point of it?

There had been more. Once I put my focus on the energy, which confused me since I should have been feeling pain if I was being struck with lightning.