Upside Down (short stories)

And I think I'm okay

A/N this is a repost of a story I wrote way back on my old account dessertdestiel. I don't remember the password and the story is private, so I just thought I'd post it on here since I have it on my laptop so I can just copy paste it. It might be a little dark but I really hope you like it. :)
// not yours truly, Q.

Suddenly I can't feel anything. No pain, no sorrow, nothing. 'COPS!' a voice had yelled. Screaming so sharply it pierced through the aching sound of someone getting beaten to death. It echoed off the alley walls like the heavy and fast footsteps making their way far away from here in a split second. The screaming in my head and the loud ringing in my ears, the pain and darkness and the bruises forming and covering my body, spoke to me and I couldn't feel a thing. 'Wise men say only fools rush in...' I start. 'But I can't help falling in love with you.' Who I'm singing to, I don't know. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it was death, my only true love. 'Shall I stay?' No I shall die 'would it be a sin' Probably. I'm a disease to this world and I should be *dalek noise* ex-ter-mi-nate'ed. 'If I can't help falling in love with-' I stop. Something, or shall I say someone, is grabbing me, trying to pull me up. Are they back to finish their work of art? Go ahead, I don't mind. 'Get up please just get up please just be okay' a voice whispers to itself worriedly, but somehow I feel like it's screaming it at me. The headache won't let me rest in peace (and probably in pieces). I feel no will to move or open my eyes or even breathe. But my body gently falls into the arms of another, yet it feels like I'm being tossed against a steel wall by the freaking hulk. I feel myself getting carried across I-don't-know-how-far and suddenly the movement stops. Just as I feel myself slip away into nothingness, a voice pierces the silence of my pain that is all so beautifully yelling at me to step into the light. 'Wake up.' it was another screaming whisper. I know I'm too weak but I desperately try to pull myself up from the pit and away from the hellfire. Whatever is happening to me, I hate it. I wanna die I wanna die I WANNA DIE. But somehow it just comes back to that voice whisper-screaming in my head. I try to open my eyes but my eyelids are glued together with drying blood and swelling flesh. 'Like a river flows...' the voice spills out into the dark and silent area. '...Surely to the sea. Darling so it goes. Some things-' sob, '-were meant to...' it stops for a second and I feel the body of the other shaking slightly. It struggles to push the words out. 'Be-e...' I whisper-sing, suddenly able to function properly. My raspy and broken voice somehow pushing the word out of my dying body. I feel the other grab onto my blood soaked jean jacket tightly and hug me close to their body as they fall to their knees, taking me down with them to kind of lean on their lap. I feel so warm and... relieved? Almost calm, and a bit of love slips into my broken and dark heart. I never want this touch to go away, not ever in my short span of a lifetime. 'Thank you' I mouth into the shoulder of the other and I smile. I'm glad my last moment was somewhat special and not just me bleeding out, rotting away in some dark and creepy alley in the middle of nowhere.