Is this it? Is this the end? I can't tell. My body screams in agony on the floor, while my mind searches for the answer it desires in another dimension . Why didn't I listen to her? Why couldn't I just leave them alone? I know exactly why. I'm not one to back down from something I lust after. He was it. The warmth of the sunlight dances through my windows and onto my face. It was calming in this confusing moment. Soothing. I wonder why she did this though? A wound to my stomach. I raise my hand shakily from my stomach and bring it to my face. The dark crimson liquid covers my hand. The liquid was tainted with an aroma of copper. Over all though, it was warm. I place my hand back on the gash and feel the slight sting shoot through my body, making me inhale deeply. I...I have to get up. I can't let it end like this. Defeated. I pull myself up, pain giving electric shots in every possible point of my body. I cringe in pain, but I pull through. Determination fills me. I swear I'm not going to give up that fast, even if trying does kill me. I'd rather die trying than die just laying here. My upper body sits in an upright position. First thing I notice is the small pool formation of blood around me. I would have never guessed that I bled that much. I sit there in thought on what to do first, I can use my cell to call an ambulance or I could call "him" to come help. I come to the decision to call myself an ambulance. Thing was, it was on the coffee table on the other side of the room. I place my free arm about a foot or so away from me and lifted myself to the spot it was. I do this a few times before actually reaching the table. I glance back at the trail of blood I left. Wow, she did some damage is what all could go threw my mind. I grab the phone, unlocking the emergency call button. I bring the phone to my ear and listen to the ring tone of the call. Two tones have passed before the operator picks up, using the well know line of "nine one one, what is your emergency?" I try to speak, but all I could get out was a bubbly hiss. "Sir?" the operator showed little emotion, but at the same time concern. I try a second time and a soft whisper comes out "help...". She seems to have caught the whisper and responds "I have sent an ambulance to your current location. Do not leave the area." I manage to groan in response. "Are you able to stay on the line until the ambulance arrives?" Was this a regular procedure? Or do I actually sound in that bad of condition. I try my hardest to release another whisper "Yes...". "Sir, If you are able, can you tell me what happened?" I respond with another gurgled hiss "Have you been stabbed or beaten?" I manage to make a distorted hum of agreement "Is there bleeding?" I let another whisper escape my lips "a lot...". I'm honestly not sure how long I could hang on. Exhaustion was coming onto me like a tidal wave. My eyelids grow heavy as the stench of copper fills my nostrils. Was...this the last view of the world I get? Was the operator the last person I talk to? Thoughts run through my mind faster than I can actually think of them myself. On the outside, things move slower than ever. My eyes close, losing the fight to keep them open any longer. My free arm grew weak. I can feel it, creeping slowly into my veins, death. Before losing all my senses, the last thing I hear is a somewhat panicking woman asking if I was still alive.
The sounds of crashing waves fill my ears. Where am I? What's happening? The pitch of black lightens. Growing stronger, the light at the end of the tunnel grew closer with each passing second. I'm honestly scared. I'm not sure what to do. Was this an entrance to heaven? Or? Once again my mind races with unanswered questions. I try and lift my arm, it does not follow. I was motionless, bound to watch what happens. The light grew brighter as it drew closer, making me bring my eyes to a squint to try and see if anything was beyond. A faint noise could be heard. Beh-bleet. Beh-bleet. I feel the confusion upon my face. Something was coming into focus. What was it? A ceiling? Wait...
My eyes blink adjusting to the light of the room. It was dimly lit yet able to blind me effectively. I can feel my body expand from shallow breaths. I look around to see where I am. A hospital room. Thank the woman. Hearing a sliding door open, I turned my attention to it. My movement was yet still too fast for my body, sending a shock of pain through me. The figure walks closer. I can tell it's a man, just by the general smell, and a feeling. Was it him? I don't want to see him right now to be completely and utterly truthful. "Gale?" the man's voice was smooth, it had to be. "Kris..." I respond. I wonder if he brought the woman with him. Maybe he put two and two together and found out it was her. I look up at him with pain clearly showing on my face from movement. "What happened Gale? You were out for a few days or so. Your mom gave me a call this morning, to see if I knew that you were in the hospital." Fear was clearly understandable in his voice. "I, got into a little fight...I guess you could say.". Kris looks at me with eyebrows drawn together into an expression of curiosity, surprise, and confusion. "A little fight, doesn't leave a gash like that in your stomach. Hatred is clearly seen in that wound." I'm not going to tell him the truth, for it will ruin everything between me and Kris. He's the one I lust after. I always have. This man, can bend anyone into doing his own deeds. He'll kill you with kindness.
