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up at dawn
0 Reviews...so deep, that it didn't even bleed and catch me, red handed now I'm far from lonely, Asleep, i still see you lying next to me. So deep, that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Gerard's POV
Oh my God. I knew life at her house was bad, but I didn't know how bad. We all sat in shocked silence as we digested the unpleasant chunk of information we had just received. Aimee went even paler beneath her makeup and ran to the bathroom. After a few seconds I got up to follow her. I peered round the door to be confronted with Aimee crying. Her mascara had run down her face, leaving black trails. I sat on the bathroom floor and wrapped my arms around her. We sat like that for some time, until Aimee stood up, her eyes sparkling with teardrops. She said "I'm calling the police." I managed to convince her that we would consult Sam when she reawoke. Aimee hesitated, but reluctantly agreed. We made our way back to the living room, where everyone hurridley(sp? it just looks wrong) said their goodbyes and left. WiL was about to walk out of the door when he quickly scribbled down his number. "Could you give it to Sam?" He asked anxiously. I nodded and smiled. He returned the smile and I could see the gratitude in his face. He started walking, and was soon swallowed by darkness.
Sam's POV
I was running through a bunch of dark, twisting alleyways. My breath was harsh and ragged in my throat. I couldn't see where I was going, but I was terrified of whatever was behind me, so I blundered on anyway. I stumbled, then fell. I woke up with a start. All was silent, apart from Mikey's deep, slow breathing above me. I glanced at my clock then swore quietly. 2:40am. I slipped on my converse, jeans, and someone elses hoodie. I grabbed my mobile, and picked up the scrap of paper lying next to it. WiL's number. I allowed myself a brief smile before making good my escape through the window. I stood on the roof, inhaling the cool night air before swinging down from the apple tree. I made my way to the park, crying as I did so. I sat on my usual swing, noticing the glitter of broken glass shining in the sparse moonlight. I hesitated, and picked a peice up. I admired the way light glanced of the curved edge. As I stared, I heard echoes of every nasty, hurtful thing my mother had said to me over the last six years. I shook my head to brush away any lingering doubts, and lowered the glass to my wrist. I pressed it to my skin, but as I prepared to make the cut, my friends faces popped into my mind. All were tearstained and pale. I felt my heart contract, as, in my minds eye, I saw WiL. I took a deep breath, then flung the shard of glass away, shaking as I realised how close I had come to dying. I screamed instead, a bloodcurdling yell that shattered the still night air. I felt a ribbon of blood slide across my wrist. I'd pressed hard enough to slice my skin. I put my face in my hands, and started when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I twisted around to see WiL, a mixture of fear and love written across his features. I said nothing, just buried my head in his shoulder. I noticed how he was shaking. "Were you going to do it?" He asked. I understood. "I don't know." I replied, in all honesty.
WiL's POV
I was walking to the park, at 2:30am. Stupid imsomnia. I sat on the roundabout and sighed. I pulled my black hoodie around me, shivering slightly. I sat for a few moments, completely lost in my own little world. I jerked back to the present as I caught a glimpse of movement, and a flash of light, reflected off a piece of broken glass someone held. I stood up, intending to ask if they were ok, when the shadowy figure leaned forward. Sam. I stood, paralysed with horror as she pressed the glass to her wrist. I watched in silence, desperately wanting to do or say something, anything, but rooted to the spot. I looked on in agony as she paused, then in relief as she flung the glass into the night. She let out a scream, full of anger and sadness. I shuddered. I had never heard anything that expressed so much pain from any human being. The spell broken, I moved across to the swingset and placed a tentative hand on Sam's shoulder. I felt sure my emotions were spread across my face, but made no attempt to hide it. She turned, stood up, and buried her face in my shoulder. "Were you going to do it?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. I didn't want to give 'it' a name.
That would have been voicing my greatest fear. I swear to God, I had never been so scared in all my life when I heard her answer. "I don't know."
Heh... Is anyone still reading this? 'cause it sure as hell dosen't feel like it, what with the lack of reviews... So if anyone wants me to stick with this story, could you let me know?
Oh my God. I knew life at her house was bad, but I didn't know how bad. We all sat in shocked silence as we digested the unpleasant chunk of information we had just received. Aimee went even paler beneath her makeup and ran to the bathroom. After a few seconds I got up to follow her. I peered round the door to be confronted with Aimee crying. Her mascara had run down her face, leaving black trails. I sat on the bathroom floor and wrapped my arms around her. We sat like that for some time, until Aimee stood up, her eyes sparkling with teardrops. She said "I'm calling the police." I managed to convince her that we would consult Sam when she reawoke. Aimee hesitated, but reluctantly agreed. We made our way back to the living room, where everyone hurridley(sp? it just looks wrong) said their goodbyes and left. WiL was about to walk out of the door when he quickly scribbled down his number. "Could you give it to Sam?" He asked anxiously. I nodded and smiled. He returned the smile and I could see the gratitude in his face. He started walking, and was soon swallowed by darkness.
Sam's POV
I was running through a bunch of dark, twisting alleyways. My breath was harsh and ragged in my throat. I couldn't see where I was going, but I was terrified of whatever was behind me, so I blundered on anyway. I stumbled, then fell. I woke up with a start. All was silent, apart from Mikey's deep, slow breathing above me. I glanced at my clock then swore quietly. 2:40am. I slipped on my converse, jeans, and someone elses hoodie. I grabbed my mobile, and picked up the scrap of paper lying next to it. WiL's number. I allowed myself a brief smile before making good my escape through the window. I stood on the roof, inhaling the cool night air before swinging down from the apple tree. I made my way to the park, crying as I did so. I sat on my usual swing, noticing the glitter of broken glass shining in the sparse moonlight. I hesitated, and picked a peice up. I admired the way light glanced of the curved edge. As I stared, I heard echoes of every nasty, hurtful thing my mother had said to me over the last six years. I shook my head to brush away any lingering doubts, and lowered the glass to my wrist. I pressed it to my skin, but as I prepared to make the cut, my friends faces popped into my mind. All were tearstained and pale. I felt my heart contract, as, in my minds eye, I saw WiL. I took a deep breath, then flung the shard of glass away, shaking as I realised how close I had come to dying. I screamed instead, a bloodcurdling yell that shattered the still night air. I felt a ribbon of blood slide across my wrist. I'd pressed hard enough to slice my skin. I put my face in my hands, and started when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I twisted around to see WiL, a mixture of fear and love written across his features. I said nothing, just buried my head in his shoulder. I noticed how he was shaking. "Were you going to do it?" He asked. I understood. "I don't know." I replied, in all honesty.
WiL's POV
I was walking to the park, at 2:30am. Stupid imsomnia. I sat on the roundabout and sighed. I pulled my black hoodie around me, shivering slightly. I sat for a few moments, completely lost in my own little world. I jerked back to the present as I caught a glimpse of movement, and a flash of light, reflected off a piece of broken glass someone held. I stood up, intending to ask if they were ok, when the shadowy figure leaned forward. Sam. I stood, paralysed with horror as she pressed the glass to her wrist. I watched in silence, desperately wanting to do or say something, anything, but rooted to the spot. I looked on in agony as she paused, then in relief as she flung the glass into the night. She let out a scream, full of anger and sadness. I shuddered. I had never heard anything that expressed so much pain from any human being. The spell broken, I moved across to the swingset and placed a tentative hand on Sam's shoulder. I felt sure my emotions were spread across my face, but made no attempt to hide it. She turned, stood up, and buried her face in my shoulder. "Were you going to do it?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. I didn't want to give 'it' a name.
That would have been voicing my greatest fear. I swear to God, I had never been so scared in all my life when I heard her answer. "I don't know."
Heh... Is anyone still reading this? 'cause it sure as hell dosen't feel like it, what with the lack of reviews... So if anyone wants me to stick with this story, could you let me know?
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