Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"I am not a coward, but I'm so strong. So hard to die."
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Ash's P.O.V.
"They are dead!" Father Burke said.
As those words left his mouth, I looked toward John in awe. His eyes were already stuck at me. But as we turned our face towards Father, we saw him holding his head in hands. His eyes were wide open, tears slowly leaving them. He looked at us in disbelief, and slowly started walking towards us. But as he did, suddenly something happened to him. He started screaming in pain and fell down. Tom was the first one to run towards him, as he yelled his name in horror. John ran behind him to help. And I just stood there, as I went through another flash of visions.
I lay there . . . on the bed, getting fits. Actual fits. Poison running out of my mouth. My entire body shook convulsively as I felt the pain rushing into me. It felt so realistic. My face turned pale and thin. More of blue. My eyes were bloodshot red out of fear, and tears filled in them. My hand looked so thin, you could see the veins through it. My legs felt numb and cold, as I shook them out of pain, like a little child who would throw tantrums if not given the bar of chocolate he demanded.
A group of doctors rushed into the room, towards the bed where I lied. An old lady had been standing there, her face in tears. She begged the doctors to save me. They showed her a sign, which asked her to wait patiently. She was made to leave the room. One by one they held my hands and legs in order to make me stable. It was of no use . . . the pain kept adding up, making me scream in pain. My throat felt extremely sore and dry. The doctor brought a long needle of injection close to me. As it pierced into my skin, a pinch of pain ran through me. But slowly . . . it started feeling better. However, slow is painful. I was dying. Not that I didn't want to. Who would want to live such a life? It was better to rather die all at once, than to die every moment in pain.
Meriwether Lewis had once said, "I am not a coward, but I'm so strong. So hard to die." Today, I felt it.
"Ashleigh what on earth were you doing!?" I heard John shouting.
"Dying . . ." I said, not realizing that the vision was gone. I was still lost.
"Are you mad?" John said, holding me tight by my shoulders, and stooping towards me, as I had fallen on the ground. "Don't you ever even dare to say that!"
"You said you got visions as well, John." I told him abruptly.
"I did. But this is not the time to talk about that, Ash. Father Burke fell unco-"
"I don't have a care in the world about anything else at the moment John. What did you see?"
"Ash, listen to me." John said, wanting to avoid the topic.
