The Story of Us

Ch. 12 My Wish

Ch. 12 My Wish

                Don’t look down.

                Don’t even open your eyes.

                At least, those were the two main things I kept trying to tell myself as I dangled off the side of the hospital.

                “Keep going!” Liam demanded from up above me. His voice was impatient. “The paparazzi are going to break through the door at any minute now.”

                “Is it my fault that one of your fan girls saw you? No, it’s not. So just shut up!” I snapped at him. The thin hospital dress that I was wearing was starting to feel really breezy right now.

                I was clutching tightly to a long makeshift rope that was made up of tied ropes and sheets that we found in my hospital room. The length only made it halfway down the building, so I was going to have to use the windowsills to climb the rest of the way down. In just a thin dress and bare feet with huge winds blowing around me.

                I never seem to have good days.

                “Hurry!” Liam hissed, his voice faint against the loud wind.

                I gritted my teeth. “Are you scared of heights, Liam? Are you wearing a thin hospital thing? Are you the one holding onto a not-so-secure rope? No? THEN SHUT UP!”

                “Well, I am actually holding onto the rope. I’m the one keeping it from slipping away and letting you fall to your doom.” Liam said smugly, and for a brief moment he let go of the rope. It slipped dramatically, and I plummeted some feet before he caught hold of it again. “See?”

                “LIAM SHEPPARD!” I screamed at him, my voice coming out shaky. Darn you, Voice.

                I was at the halfway point now. I swallowed and glanced up, giving Liam a glare. He smiled as I let go of the rope and hopped onto a windowsill. The breeze ruffled my hair as I grabbed hold of a long black metal pipe that ran along the length of the whole hospital. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? I gently placed myself onto the miniscule ledge that it created and took a deep breath.

                “Hurry, darling, I don’t have all day.” Liam said in a motherly tone.

                I wanted to snap at him, but my mouth didn’t seem to be working. I took another deep breath, braced myself, and slid my feet off the ledge.

                My hands were my anchor as I slid down the pipe, my dress billowing up slightly. Well, this is embarrassing.

                I let loose a little squeal as my feet slammed against the hard floor, a hard, jarring feeling running through me. I let go and fell onto my back, my head slapping against the concrete. Ow. Ow. Ow.

                I opened my eyes, ignoring the pain at the back of my head, and sat up. My hands were scratched up and slightly bloody, probably from when I scraped myself against the rust of the pipe. They stung painfully, but I ignored it and got to my feet.

                “Your turn!” I yelled.

                Liam stepped out onto the windowsill, hopping to the next one. He was right by the pipe now. The makeshift blanket fell to the ground not to far beside me and I quickly went and picked it up just as Liam slid quickly down the metal pipe, hooting. I raised my eyebrow. I wonder how is landing would go.