Tell The Truth -{Completed}

Suicidal Tears

"Elias? Elias!" The voice of his mother woke him up. Elias opened his eyes and found himself in his bedroom; his mother was right beside him, shaking him until his arms hurt. Memories flooded back to him and he leaped out of his bed, dashing out the door before his mother could ask him what was wrong.

Suicide! She's going to commit suicide! Elias' heart lurched at the thought.

He dashed up the road and headed toward her house. Quickly introducing himself to Jasmine's parents, Elias asked for permission to see her. Given consent, he bolted up the stairs toward her bedroom, tripping over his feet in the scurry.

"Jasmine!" Elias shouted before bursting through the door. He found Jasmine with her back toward him, sitting at her desk. Pictures of him decorated her walls, making it even harder for him to face her. His heart was heavy with the regret that dragged it down. A casket was placed on her dresser, open for all to see. Elias walked over to it and looked inside. The shape of a knife was perfectly molded inside the foam lining the case.

Looking at Jasmine through the mirror that lay in front of her, Elias saw a sharp blade in her hands. Her arms hesitantly lifted the dagger to her chest, threatening to pierce her heart with the slightest of movements. Tears flowed in a steady stream down her cheeks and onto her lap, making a damp spot spread through her pale dress.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered, bracing herself for the sharp pain that would cut her heart.

"No!" Elias screamed, pouncing at her and knocking the murderous weapon from her hands. As the steel hit the floor, he tackled Jasmine to her bed, pinning her down beneath him as she tried to struggle free. "Jasmine," he sighed, shamefully looking back at her. None of this would have happened if I had just said yes. Her bluebell eyes were wide, flooding with salty tears once again. Elias felt one of his own tears trickle down his cheek, and he wiped it away before it could fall on Jasmine.

A sob escaped Jasmine's lips, her breath stirring the dark brown locks of hair dangling down Elias' forehead. He could feel her heart thumping, pounding as though it would leave her body. Her eyes were red and dull, sadness overwhelming them. Her once rosy lips were pale and colorless, cracked and dry from all of her weeping. Her loose hair was splayed in all directions, once beautiful in its radiant color, as it covered her white heart-shaped pillow.

Wait...Heart-shaped pillow?