The Alpha's Omega.

Chapter 7: Suicide

(True sob story ahead)

Miles P. O. V.

"Miles," the sweet voice cries, fading in and out, "Miles, I'm so sorry. I-"

I tried to open my eyes but they were too heavy, too far away.

It felt as if I was a tiny person, inside of a huge body. As if I were and ant in the skin of an elephant.

I was scared. I couldn't breath right, and could feel my heart beating irrattically.

I could hear the sweet, angelic voice. Sad. Lonely. Sorrowful.

Am I dead? Am I still alive?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Liquid. Water. Tears.

I could hear the almost silent sobs of the angel and instantly wished I could reach out and comfort her.

But I can't. My arms are a million miles away.

With every second I grew smaller and smaller. Further and further away from the angel. Further away from the angel.

Sparks. Fire.

A burning sensation, moved up my abdomin. The burning was sweet. Loving. Needing.

But the feeling was wrong. The burning was painful, but didn't hurt me. Only my chest. My heart.

The stabbing continued as a new voice arose.

Mumbling. I can't make out what the deep voice is saying. It's too far away.

Push. I told myself. Stretch. You need to be there. You need to know.

Her. She. Miranda. I need to be there for her. My mate. Mine. Miranda.

With that thought my arms didn't seem so far away anymore. My eyes opened as I willed.

Miranda was heaved over my stomach sobbing. The burn.

Lifting my arms, I wrapped them around her and pulled her closer to me.

My mate. In my arms.

Miranda P. O. V.

Tears rolled down my face, as a violent sob shook my small frame.

The smell of latex, and bleach was strong. Ugh, bleach. Discusting.

Warmth. Fire. Burning. The tears melted away as Miles pulled me tighter to him.

I look up at his rough face, I made him look like that.

"Shouldn't you be shoving me away? Rejecting me at the least," I asked.

"No," he stated simply his voice dry, "you didn't leave me when I did the same. But worse."

It's true, two years. Every night worse than the one before.

"Miranda," Miles asked gently.

"Yeah?"

"Date me," he said, as if we weren't in a hospital because I was stupid. As if nothing had ever happened, and we had just met.

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

A new life with my mate.

Any day.

"Of course," I answer.

2 days l8er

Miranda P. O. V.

Miles: U suck his dick?
Me: no... Crusty
Miles:OKAYY
Me: s.t.f.u.
Miles: bitch wit yo pickle head ass
Me: da fuq
Miles: ... Whatever Miranda
Me: what I do