HeartBeat

9

It's been two days since I last saw him.

Or heard from him.

I began to grow worried.

I jumped off my bed and walked over to his house ignoring the stinging pain in my feet. The snow leaked into my slippers but I didn't care. Something was wrong.

I knocked on his door. He didn't answer. I looked in his window but I couldn't see past his dark curtains.

I grabbed the spare key from the hanging plant and unlocked the door. I walked in and searched the ground floor first. Nothing.

I walked upstairs, the feeling in my gut grew and grew. Soon I was running straight to his bedroom.

I threw open his door in worry to see him on the ground, his face slowly sliding into an unemotional state.

I slid to his side and checked for a heart beat. It was faint. But it was there.

My heart sped up in worry and in a flash I had grabbed my phone and dialed

911

And shouted through my tears the direction of the house. After we hung up, I hugged him making sure to keep room for him to breath.

"Please don't leave me. Please" I choked through my strangled sobs.

I kept my ear at his heart making sure the beat never died down.

I could hear the sirens but I couldn't move.

"You promised!" I shouted. "You promised you would never leave!" I sobbed as I stared at his once smiling face. There before me, he laid lifeless and unmoving. His face remained emotionless.

My heart wrenched.

The strings tugged painfully.

A hole began to burn itself within me making me cry out.

Seeing him on the floor, was just as bad as being stabbed multiple times. Maybe even worse.

The police pulled me away and they carried him down the stairs and into the ambulance.

I swore that last time would be the last I would see of him being carried into the ambulance. I guess I was wrong.

I clung on to whoever was holding me as my knees went weak.

Sobs were still escaping from me. Everything was a blur and went by quickly.

My whole world crumbled at the sight of him lying there on the ground. The image still burned my mind.