Stories by Zoe?

I can't run away.

" What do you mean. Why. I don't under- "

" I never loved you, okay? I thought I did but I was wrong. Theres nothing for us. Theres no us. "

Your heart drops. It feels like you could just throw up, because youre so disgusted and humiliated. You feel tears rising. Your blood is boiling but you're too weak to move. So you just stare him in those cold green eyes. Those eyes that used to light up when they saw you. The eyes that you looked into during your first kiss. The eyes you trusted. The eyes you never thought would hurt you. Now filled with nothing but pity.

You can't stop the tears from falling now. Your breathing picks up. He'a still staring at you. You feel your body numbing and next thing you know, you're on the ground. Your chest hurts. He runs over to you, screaming for help, but its no use. Youre drowning in your own sadness, youre suffocating in the walls you built around your heart. You hear sirens coming closer. You slip out of conciousness.

*

You wake up in a bright room. You hear muffled speaking. You raise your head. Well, you try. You can't move. You can look around, yeah. You can hear. But you can't move. Anything. You try to get your brain to focus on what you're hearing, but you can't make sense of it. You hear a click at the door. It's him. You suddenly remember all the things that he said. The things he did. He's the last person you want to talk to.

He approaches your hospital bed. He looks down at you, but you just close your eyes. There are no tears left to cry. Nothing left to feel.

" A coma. " he says gently.

You dont know what he means, but he continues,

" I can't say I love you. Because I don't. I can't lie to you anymore, because this might be the last time I talk to you- "

He stops there, as his throat tightens. You feel a breeze blow past, as you get chill bumps.

He takes a deep breath and continues.

" I was bad for you. I'm the reason you're here. The reason you always feel insecure and worried. The reason you feel stepped on and unwanted. I'm the reason you're not innocent anymore, the reason that you don't want to see the good in people anymore. The reason you're afriad to be brave or confident, afriad to be beautiful, afriad to take chances. I'm the reason you wake up depressed, the reason you go to sleep hoping to melt away into darkness. The reason you wish you were dead. The reason you hate yourself. The reason you hate life. The reason that you're someone you shouldn't be. "

He pauses -

" The reason you're me. "

She looks over at him, only to see a boy. What this boy has been through, she'll never know. But it scarred him, his heart. It scarred the way he thinks of love and compassion.

The room is becoming lighter. You hear ringing. It's your time. You feel light, your soul feels free. But, is it time?

Can she fix the broken boy. Has she served her purpose? Or is this boy broken beyond repair. Is he unable to love?

That the girl will never know.

She whispers, " You filthy liar, you are capable of love. You chose, not to love me. "

And with that, her monitor beeped.

And that was the end of her story.

She, was free.

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- Z