In memory of Brandon Aiken who wrote this and passed away 11-15-13
Blood dripped from his wrists. He looked up at her with a shocked look as she opened the door suddenly. Tears filled her eyes as she sees him before her, in so much pain. She couldn't even imagine how much pain he must be in. She just fell to the ground and cried. He just looked at her with his big blue eyes filled with pain and sadness. She picked herself up and walked towards him. She held both of his hands. She pulled the razor out of his hand andput her other hand over his wrist. As if her hand alone could stop the bleeding, and heal the cuts.
She cried harder as his blood now covered her hands. She looked up at him and thats when he broke. He hugged her close and burried his face into his hair and softly whispered, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this." She pulled away after a while and went to the bathroom and found some bandages and came back and wrapped his wrists. He looked down at his wrists as she is wrapping them. He notices how red her hands were because of his blood and how bad she was shaking. He was amazed she was able to help him at all.
He stood up after she was done and walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of sweats Alia could use. She gave him a blank look as he left the room so she could change. He walked to the kitchen to make her something knowing she was probably to worried to eat anything.
After cooking dinner for himself and Alia he went to his room where she was sitting on his bed. His heart started to race. The way her hair fell, The way her tank top was barley falling off her shoulder. And then she smiled and he wondered how she didn't notice how fast his heart was beating.
Laughing and eating he soon realized how beautiful Alia was. He never noticed how her eyes shined in the light, or how happy her smile made him. It was starting to get late as Alia yawned and layed in his bed. Looking up at him as if her eyes told him to lay with her.
She smiled up at him. But there was a sadness to her smile. She gently kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his wrists and whispered to him. "If you're sad its ok to cry, It's ok to break down. There is nothing wrong with it."
With those simple words he started to cry. Alia hugged him to her and ran her fingers gently through his hair. "It's ok." she said as she gave a small smile. "I'm so sorry" he whispered. She replied "i'm here to protect you." He cried softly into her. He felt a comforting warmth coming from her, as if a pair of wings was sourrounding him. He soon drifted off to sleep.
When he awoke Alia was no longer there. He sat up quickly and look around to see if she was somewhere else. She was no where to be seen. He searched everywhere throughout the house. Alia was no where. A pinge of sadness hit him, "was it all a dream?" he asked himself, as he walked into his room. He looked in the dresser to see if the sweats were there and they weren't. They must have disappeared with Alia.
Remembering the incident the night before he looked at his wrists. His cuts were almost healed as if he cut himself weeks ago. He touches his wrists and remembers Alia's warm touch when she held them.
As he walks through the halls of his school he finds Alia's friend and he asks her is she had seen him and she replied, "Who's Alia." Everyone he asked about her didnt know who she was. As if she never existed.
Whe he gets home he walks into his room totally defeated. He looks at his desk and sees his sweats neatly folded and a white piece of paper. He runs over there and when he opens the note a perfect white feather falls out and on the note written neatly said,
"I'm always going to be here to help you even if you can't see me."
