Tokyo

Part 17: the fall

I look back up at the cliff, i turn to look at the ground. It's almost a mile away. I don't care that I'm falling, the thing that hurts is I cant to anything about it.
The cold wind hits my face and flows threw my hair.
"Violet can you h-he-ar m" says my ear piece.
"Yes" I say silently
"Is it ov-"
He gets interrupted my my body hitting the ground.
I feel the rock on my body, I feel it crack as I hit the rocks. I can feel the skin on my body cut against the sharp ground. I lay there, in my large crater. Tears roll down my eyes. I can't move. I try to drag myself but my arms are so weak. I feel the large blow of wind and I try to look up. It's the helicopter.
"Oh my god, Violet!" He yell
He picks me up and I flinch. He places me down inside the helicopter. I hold my stomach area, I feel the blood run out on the cuts on my stomach. I try to keep my breathing steady, it hurts to move even slightly.

"don't worry miss, we'll be back in Tokyo in just a few minutes," he says

"n-a," i cling to my stomach. " name?" i say

"tony," he says

"American air pilot," i think

i close my eyes, i let the heat of the sun touch my skin.
i hum a slow song in my head as i drift off the sleep... that i'm not sure i can wake from.
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i wake up, not screaming, or frightened, not like any nightmare wake ups, it's normal. I sit up from my hospital bed. no sound. i try to stand. it takes me a second but i get there. i see a stack of clothes, shuffling over i grab them. i put on the pair of leggings that was on the table and i grab the sweatshirt. then, i lift my arms to put it on and a sharp pain runs threw my side down, i look and see a large bandage covering my side. then i see her right i front of me, i take a few steps back and stumble when i hit the bed. i close my eyes. i open my eyes slowly and she's gone. i put on the sweatshirt and and i see my collar. i put it on. i walk out of my room after slipping on my shoes, i hold onto the walls as i make my way down the building. i get to the entrance and i pass a bunch of nurses. i open the doors and a flood of paparazzi crowds me, questions come in like an avalanche. cameras pressed forward at me.

"i'm sorry, please i just want to be home." i say pushing away the crowd. they follow me. i flick my hand at them and i hear them make a noise of surprise and disbelief. i look at them and they are all on the floor. i feel somewhat fall of me. i catch the small pieces of my collar, i look at the crowd and start sprinting to my home, i run into someone as i run.
"violet?" the voice says

i look to see Rey, i grab him and pull him into a hug. he picks me up and even though it hurts i wrap my legs around him. i missed him more than anything. i feel his tears on my shoulder. i gripped his back and help on as tightly as i possibly could, my cuts on my side were burning as i held on, but i don't care.
"i was coming to see you, i had to give a speech." he says threw his tears.
"if i just knew you were awake i would have been there sooner." he says

i don't respond i just hold onto him, he puts his hands on my legs to support me up but along i think i could keep myself up with how tight i was holding him. i let go to look at him.
"did i do good?" i ask
he stared at me for a second, just admiring me.
"yes, you did much better than i could ever imagine." he says

i smile a little bit and place my forehead on his.
"i wanna go home," i say.
i try to get down but he just holds onto me.
"you done need to walk you're in pain." he says he carries me bridal style to my home.
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we walk into my home and he takes me to my room and sets me down on my bed.
"i have to go tell the public your alive," he says.
i grab his sweatshirt and pull him back.
"no," i say " please stay with me."
he smiles and climbs onto the bed with me, i'm quite a lot smaller than him so he's able to let me rest my head on him and curl up into a ball next to him. he puts a arm under me so he can basically cradle me. he sits up, i look at him a bit confused. then he picks me up and sets me up right.
"can i see it, please." he says to me

"see what?" i ask and he points to my side.

"the doctors told me that'll i had cuts on your side. my i see them?" he asks
i lift my sweatshirt and remove my bandages. he looks shocked for a second. then reaches down and places a hand on them. it doesn't sting, it feels cooling, i feel a tingling sensation and he lifts his hand. i look back at them and there was three large scars but no deep gashes on my side anymore. i put my sweatshirt down and i just look at him. i climb onto his lap and i hug him. he wraps his arms around me too. and pulls me closer to him. i feel him crying again.
"don't die on me," he says

"i won't,"

"promise me,"

"i promise." i say.
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hello, so i know it's been a really long time but i haven't had time to write at all so i hope you like this one and i'll write again soon.