Timberline Academy

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

(Two more chapters and a prologue)

          I rushed across the main building to Victoria’s room. It was locked so I busted it down. It was almost 4 in the morning so I hope I didn’t wake anyone.

          “Victoria,” I started then looking around. There were blood and pink pills all over the floor. Victoria sat on the floor leaned against her bed. She had a light layer of sweat on her forehead, she was covered in blood.

          “What happened baby,” I asked leaning down to her picking up a dirty shirt from the floor and trying to clean her arm.

          “It’s too late Philip,” She sighed cupping my cheek.

          “What did you take Victoria,” I asked.

          “I lost track after 10 Benadryl,” She frowned tears were coming out of her eyes.

          “Come on we need to get you to the hospital.” I insisted trying to get her up.

          “No it’s been 32 minutes since I took them they aren’t getting out of my system.” Victoria insisted. I started to let tears fall out of my eyes.

          “Can we just watch the sun come up one last time together like we did in New York?” She asked I nodded. I carried her to her bed that was against the window. I held her in my arms as we stared out into the courtyard and watched the trees sway.

          “I love you Philip,” She sobbed.

          “I love so much my chameleon.” I kissed the top of her forehead.

          “You know how everyone says you meet your true love so unexpectedly?” I asked.

          “Yep,” Victoria slurred.

          “Well if you remember you hit me in the back of the head with your duffel bag.” I smirked as tears fell from my eyes.

          “Philip, you are my summer. I’m so sorry and I wish I could take it back but I can’t. I love you so much. You were my falling star and I’m so glad I can spend my last hours with the greatest writer in history. In the darkness I will always hear your heart beat. Did you know I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon my unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.” Victoria mumbled.

          “Don’t say that. You’ll make it we just have to make it till morning and you’ll live. I promise you.” I sobbed.

          “Oh but Philip I won’t. I know it hurts to think that but I won’t. So please don’t spend our final triumphant hour begging let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” Victoria shushed.

          “Why not Misha; why didn’t you call Misha?” I asked as she leaned her head against my chest.

          “Because Philip I love you.” She smirked intertwining her fingers in mine.

          “Victoria Helena Williams, Victoria Helena Williams. Personally I think Victoria Helena Carnaway sounds better don’t you?” I slurred.

          “Yes Philip it does,” Victoria smirked.

          “Will you marry me Victoria?” I asked and she stared into my eyes smiling.