Playlist: Night in Oslo III by Mondo
His eyes were on mine, connected forever, his fear, his shock, his pity were entwined with the colours of his irises.
Why did I feel guilty?
Why did I feel anything at all?
I blinked out a droplet of water, I didn't know why it was there.
My muscles turned soft extremely quickly and I found myself being sucked to the ground by gravity. Edward held me up, held me together before I could collapse. Not just physically.
Patches of black invaded my vision, they were spreading, increasing in size, making me lose sight of him.
Was this it?
Was this the end of everything?
There was no blinding light of heaven, no comforting voice guiding me to heaven. No image of my parents, only the last image of Edward's petrified eyes staring at me.
Beep.....Beep.....Beep. A constant beeping noise had woke me from the infinite darkness. It sounded different, maybe Charlie put a new alarm in my room?
I searched my bedside table to crush the alarm clock. Stupid fucking noise-making machine. Nothing was unfortunately within my grasp and opened my eyes to see if Charlie had moved it to the end of the bed. Sneaky bastard.
The room was white, clinical, obviously a hospital room from what I could make out, but it wasn't very well lit. No sunlight streamed in from the window, only a dull greyish shadow of the moon. It was night, that was definitely a good thing.
My wrist was connected to an IV, which I then, squinting my eyes as I did, pulled out of my vein. More plugs and wires were on my arms, I ripped them off as well. Time to get out of here.
As I sat up, something pulled around my mouth and I realised I had on oxygen mask on me. Now off, I properly sat up, feeling a painful tugging in my thigh. A gasp escaped my mouth. The pain was distorted, not sharp and excruciating as I expected it to be.
Maybe ripping off that IV wasn't the best idea.
My mouth sucked in the air unsteadily, who knew how long I had been using the oxygen mask, I clearly wasn't accustomed to breathing by myself. I slowly stood up on my left leg, disliking the slightly itchy hospital gown that was over my body.
I had to get out of here.
There wasn't really a choice. If I stayed here, I would have been charged for armed robbery, arson, destruction of property and possession of an illegal firearm.
Couldn't trust Edward. Couldn't trust anyone.
I made my way out of the room, scanning the hospital corridor for any wandering nurses. As I silently limped and cursed, I passed a few more rooms before seeing a little waiting room for relatives of patients. My heart weakly jumped at the sight of Edward laying over a few chairs as he slept soundly.
My eyes checked the corridor once more before I crept inside, thankful that he was the only one in there. I cupped his cheek before I gently kissed him on the forehead.
For your kindness.
A moment later, I was heading down the corridor, my face dry from tears that I thought would pour down my cheeks.
No emotion now, good. I could do this.
A shower room to my right, perfect. Spare towel by the door, even better.
Water on, towel plugging the hole.
This is it.
This is where my story ends. My pathetic story.
Nothing left for me here.
Pain and sorrow no longer.
Eyes tightly shut. Fists clenched. Face down.
Come up for air. Stop this. Survive. Keep going. Don't give up.
This wasn't my original ending, but I wanted to end the story before 2010, so consider this my Christmas present to you . I may revise and rewrite this one day in the future, the likelihood however is very low.
Thankyou so much for your support. It has meant so much to me.
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This story is terrible might I remind you, unrealistic scenarios, empty characters, weak plot, bad writing, etc. That is why I've given up on it, so no bitching please.
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Much love [this time of the festive kind]