Letters to J

August 16, 2017

August 16, 2017

To,

Dearest "J'",

Elaine! That's her name. I found it out yesterday. 12 days after your accident, she decided to pay you a visit.

Apparently she was too stricken with the thought of seeing you lying on a hospital bed that she decided to see you when she had gathered the courage. That temptress! So, this is the kind of love, you wanted? Because I was just a friend and she was more. You wanted too many things for your own good. I know you left her before you met me but she was a habit and let's be honest habits aren't easy to break and the day of your party was enough to confirm that. You are a taker! You wanted her charm and that vivacious face and body but your soul craved the touch of my mind and so to satisfy your appetite, you fed on us both. You would choose physical temptations and attractions over soul bonding, like the rest of them, who knew? Because the last I knew, you were rowing in two boats but then ultimately got stranded on this island of pure white deathly sand and here you shall stay until Calypso (Greek Mythology?) allows you to come back to earth.

She was frantic and furious at the same time. It was hilarious in a morbid way. She was crying and hyperventilating and I had the strangest urge to slap her so that she might remember the date and figure out that she is late. Who is she to you, anyway? Girlfriend? Lover? Oh! Scratch that! That title belongs to me, right? But I didn't benefit you sexually, I was the poison to the deepest darkest thoughts that ran like ravines all over your soul, clenching it in their tight grasp, I was the poison to cut them off. You used me well, I would say? Because now I can easily claim that I indeed have nothing left to give, emotionally and mentally.

The nurses calmed her down and briefed her about your situation. She shed a few more tears before exclaiming that the scent of death was making her choke on her own breath. And left but not before saying she would visit again. She didn't even see you properly. She doesn't even care if you live or die. Nor do any of your other friends. They never visit you. My friends drop in from time to time.

Then why her? Why not me? Why "J"?...................................................................

(writing interrupted)

"Ms.?" a male voice calls out to her but she is too absorbed in her own little world.

"Ms.?" It rings her out of her stupor as she looks at the doctor standing in front of her.

"Yes?" she croaks, her lips too cracked and chapped for not talking in so long.

"Mr. Cunningham has experienced one of his main wounds being reopened due to tremors in his body. Unfortunately, he has lost a lot of his blood and the hospital doesn't have enough to spare. We are still not provided with the six bottles we used prior to save him. You need to call his family. We tried to call them but their numbers are busy"

Amelia stares shell shocked at the doctor's grim face. Not enough to spare!

"Ms.! Would you please call his family?"

She tries to get back her bearings and gives the doctor a barely there nod and walks off before stopping abruptly and asking in a hollow voice.

"What type?"

"Sorry?"

"What type of blood?"

' O negative" he replied grimly.

Amelia's P.O.V

Of course, you would have the rarest type of blood. You just had to be different from everyone else. But fortunately for you, I was too a rare jewel and like so many other things we shared, we shared the same blood type as well. Lucky you! I heaved a long sigh and replied.

"I'm O negative'

The doctor nodded in affirmative having understood what I had said.

" You'll have to sign some documents, Please follow me!"

I could feel the pinch of the needle, a strange dizziness washed over me and after an hour or so, I was drinking a fruity drink, to keep myself from falling over the sanitized floor. The nurse gave me a sympathetic looks

Even she knew I was holding on to a branch, after slipping off of a cliff. There was no one to pull me up nor to push me completely off. I was just hanging. Hanging on till my arms would get tired and I would fall off on my own accord. I think I'm getting there. Just one more hit and I'll be done, done forever.

"Ugh! You're still here" a bitchy, nasally voice breaks my thoughts reverie.

'Elaine? Why do you care?" I asked in a monotonous voice. I didn't have time for people who haven't mentally gone past the age of 12.

"I care! Because he's my boyfriend!" she exclaimed with a fiery voice housing fake possessiveness.

"Oh! Really? Do you also know how to tame his demons? Is it your shoulder he cries on? Is it you he holds on to like there is no tomorrow? Is it your embrace he finds comfort in? Has he kissed you like he was pouring out every ounce of his soul into yours?

"Well! We've had sex! And that's the closest you can be to someone."

She looks at me triumphantly displaying her shallowness in all its glory.

"My blood runs through his veins! You don't realize it, do you? My essence is embedded into his very being! You can't get any closer than that"

I walk away after saying that. Not recognizing how I relayed my thoughts. Was I really the girl who would argue with other dull girls over a guy? What are you doing to me Jace? I don't even recognize myself anymore.........................................................................................................................