I Pity Her (Jelsa)

Chapter:18 Cutting

I look over to where Elsa is. She is gasping for air and saying "Help! Jack!" It's barely audible and I don't know what to do.

Then Elsa drops to the ground.

"Elsa? Elsa?" I walk over to where she now lies on the floor and check her pulse. She is still alive okay.

Okay Jack you can calm down. Should I take her to the hospital? She is still breathing.

I'll wait fifteen minutes. If she doesn't wake up I'm taking her to the hospital. I already almost lost her once, and I'm not going to let it happen again.

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*Elsa's Point Of View*

"Hello?" I look around me. All I see is black. Then a blue figure comes towards me. Oh no not again. This is the same dream I've had for three days straight now.

"Stay away from me!" I yell while running away as fast as I can. Of course the creature catches up to me. He picks me up and has its huge hairy hands around my neck. He takes a large knife and begins to cut me in the arm.

Unlike my previous dreams, I feel the pain. It's burning inside me. Unexplainable pain fills my body as the knife makes rough contact to the rest of my body. My arms, legs, chest, head, and anyplace imaginable.

I feel like I'm about to decay into dust in the monsters hand when he drops me to the ground roughly. So much blood is leaking out of my body and my voice is hoarse from the screams I never knew I let out.

I begin crawling away to this white light I see at this some what never ending road. My blood is mixing with my hot salty tears as I keep crawling to this white light.

All of a sudden I hear Jacks voice. "She'll be okay right?"

"No it looks like she's choosing to die."

"No! she wouldn't leave me on this earth without her! Don't go Elsa! Don't go into the light!" I hear him sob. (I'm sorry but this line is so cringe worthy that I'm laughing)

I glance at the white light once again. Then decide to just stop and stay where I am. I'm dying? Well I can't go back. I don't have any energy. What if the monsters there again? More blood leaks from my body as I feel like I have none left.

I start crawling back to where I came from, trying to ignore the pain. I keep crawling through my blood and tears as I am so close to my destination of darkness.

I am so close to this tunnel of blackness as my heart stops pumping and my brain stops working. My movements stop. I lie still, with my fingers still spread out towards the tunnel in a large pool of blood.

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*Jacks Point Of View*

"Looks like we can pull her out. She moved away from death she's coming across. Hurry get her out of there before we lose her!"

"Wait what? Someone explain to me what's happening!" I try to yell over the machines. They push me out into the hallway, yet again.

I rush over and start banging on the door of the room they pushed Elsa in. They close the blinds down on the door and I give up.

Patrick explained to me when we first got here two hours ago that Elsa must have used her powers. He said that this is a life or death situation. She could choose to live, or die.

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It's been three hours since they kicked me out of her room and I'm still waiting outside in the hallway. I haven't moved since, and so many thoughts are fluttering in my mind.

This is my fault. Maybe if I was watching her at the time I could've stopped her.

Patrick comes out of the room biting his lip. "You can come in, Elsa's awake. I told her about the powers thing. She didn't take it very well. By that I mean she's bawling into her hands. You should go make sure she's alright."

I push past Patrick and go into Elsa's room. What I see is shocking. Elsa looks paler than ever. Her once platinum blonde hair is now a depressing gray. She has so many scars of what looks like cuts all over her body. They look fresh and red like the clean cut of a butcher's knife.

I go up to her and hug her. She winces in pain when I make contact with her and I slowly pull away. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly.

"No." She says barely audible. I want to desperately hug her or wrap my arms around her, but I know that would hurt.

So instead I walk up to her and kiss her. Jolts of electricity shoot up my arm as she kisses back. It's full of passion and emotion and as I pull back I yearn for more.

As soon as I pull back, Elsa's hair becomes its usual color. Her skin returns to her usually rosy glow and her scars start to disappear one by one.

Elsa looks back up to me as more tears brim her eyes. "Kiss me my Polar Bear."

She wraps her legs around my waist as our lips smash together fitting perfectly. She smiles into the kiss making me moan. (Uhhhh umm)

I gently place her on the couch while I sit next to her flushed. We look up at each other, blush, then look back down at the floor. This process goes on forever until an unexpected guest walks in.