When We Collide (on hold until August)

Chapter Two

@lovepercyleoandnico1: Ugh well you may be wondering why this is a late update……..

IT’S ALL NICOLE’S FAULT.

BLAME HER!

NOPE I’M JOKING….Nicole was ready to update it was just I wasn’t test week and exams are driving me crazy:(

OK STOP STARING AT ME AND MAKING ME FEEL SO DAMN GUILTY.

Ok sorry enjoy this update type thing :))

Kash; (verb) this is a word from the language of Urdu that quite literally translates into ‘I wish’ or, ‘oh how I hope this were so.’

                                   **Chapter Two**

One thought has dominated my mind and body completely. Hanging on.

My breath comes out in short sharp gasps and my vision is beginning to blur. I hang on to my life with a gossamer thread. Right now my life actually reminds me of time, it’s slipping through my fingers and escaping me.

Right now I should be upset, I should be upset that my time has come so soon, I am upset but more relieved. I am relieved because there is a small hand clutching mine, it’s warm and I can even feel a pulse beating wildly in the wrist, it’s alive. I feel an odd sense of momentary serendipity, my sister is alive, I managed to save her, my life seemed unimportant.

I should let go of my life now, there is no point is hanging on any longer. My body is screaming at me to just let go but I can’t, the pleasures of simply existing are just too good to give up.

What I wouldn’t give right now to have the sun kiss my face, to have the wind play with my hair, to let the water envelop me. Not the harsh cold water that I just got pulled out of, but the warm clear water that I loved to swim in.

If my life is supposed to flash before my eyes right now it’s not, all I can see is the sun, I would look for it in the sky but I’ve lost control of my body completely.

“The sun.” I manage to choke out.

Another hand squeezes mine tightly, ”Yes, Jack the sun, there will be one where you’re going,” my mother says, her voice choked up with tears.

I wonder how she got here, she was at home when my sister and I came to play on the ice. I think everybody will be here now, Anna let out a mighty loud scream when she fell she was always a screamer. A laugh bubbles in my throat but maybe it’s bile, I can’t tell now. I want to see the sun just one more time, it’s noon the sun should be shinning down on me and making me feel uncomfortably warm, all I feel is cold.

I begin to thrash around, all I want is to see the sun.

Somebody touches my cheek, the hand is tiny and it’s quivering, “It’s okay Jack, you can let go now, it’s alright, I understand. You were my hero.” My sister whispers in my ear.

If I could nod I would. I just stop resisting, my arms go limp and my jaw goes slack, I suppose I look almost dead now. I can feel the life leaving my body, it’s not painful, just surreal. The mist in front of my eyes clears for only a second, I don’t see my mother or sister, maybe they just aren’t close enough. My eyes instead find the sun.

That is how I die.

I jerk upin bed and wrap my arms around my shaking body. Cold sweat trickles down my back. How many times will I keep reliving my death. How many times? I wish I didn’t have to almost every night.