Forgetting Cynthia

Starting in Oregon

"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?  When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?   Then think of what you did  And how I hope to God he was worth it.  When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.  I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck   Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me  Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of   Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? No, no, no, you know it will always just be me Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster" -Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, Panic at the Disco!

I swam down to her. My body screaming in protest. She looked so fragile. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up to the surface with me. I lapped her arms around my neck and she subconsciously held on. I swam around the rocks to the part where there was a small white sanded cove. I lay her on the beach with the daylight illuminating her features. She shivers uncontrollably. I rip off my shirt and drape it over her legs in hopes to warm her just a little. I put my ear up to her. She was breathing on the swim back but now i cant hear her breaths. Shit. I give two breaths and start doing compressions. 30 to 2 i tell myself over and over. I have cycled about 5 times now. This time after the compressions i also push heavily on her stomach. Soon she starts coughing and lots and lots of water comes out. But she still lies unconscious but breathing now at least.  

I leave her there and run up to go get my truck. Yes my ribs hurt but i am so used to breaking things that all they are to me are an annoying inconvenience. After about ten minutes of jogging i find my truck. I enter the key code and grab my shoes throwing them in the bed along with my small backpack of necessities. I grab my keys from under the seat and start the truck, finding the nearest parking place i saw on my way from the beach. I got out taking the keys with me. I sprinted back over to her. Her eyes flitted open gorgeously her hair wet teased and sticking to her skin. "I promise." i spoke close to her. And she then closed her eyes and fell back asleep. Death is tiresome i guess. I picked her up bridal style, then walked her to my truck. Gently, i sat her in the back seat.using my now semi dry shirt as support for her head. I hopped in the drivers seat after shutting all of the doors. I turned the music off, and drove out of the small town to a bigger town a little outside of Portland. She would stay asleep for a good three hours or so.

I pulled up to a gas station filling my tank. Swipe. I then went to a grocery store and bought stuff to make enchiladas. Two pounds of hamburger, tortillas taco seasoning cheese and enchilada sauce. Then two liters of mountain dew and some Hawaiian punch then four bags of Doritos's. Family size. Next i go to a dollar tree picking out green cooking utensils, four forks spoons butter knives and a french knife. Four clear plastic green Bowls, four square black plates, four black tall plastic cups, a hot pink, aqua blue, electric green, and a bright orange cup. Then a couple pans. And a couple travel size bottles of shampoo and conditioner that smells like blue berries and body wash that smells like honey and vanilla. Swipe. I put it all in the back of the truck. She is still asleep. Bout two hours left. I go downtown into the city.

On the nice side of town. Snobby but nice. I walked up to the apartment building. Very high class and had large windows to ensure a great view. With a balcony in the bedroom. Unfurnished though. With large elevators. I told the help to unload. And quietly. Not forgetting about the girl. Welp imma be here for six months or so. I decided that i like it. I hopped into the truck with my number eight room key. Furniture shopping. Great. She tossed and turned in the back seat. She let out a whimper. It made me ache. I've always been coldhearted towards girls. But none of them has been as beautiful as her.

i was still coldhearted towards her but that's not how i felt. I wanted to get to know her. Everything. it upsets me and makes me wander though..why did she want to die so badly? Whats so wrong that her wrists are littered with scars? Her eyes held sadness. But i really want to know just how much. That's right. As a guy who doesn't even know her name. I willingly am going to find out what her emotional baggage is. And for her i would willingly carry it all.all of it. I pulled up At a small antique store to hopefully find a small bit of furniture.