Blood & Tears: A Preview.
Blood & Tears: Preview.
Rivets of icy cold sweat pooled at the small of Dave’s back - making his dress shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead and he could detect the slight trembling in his hands.
Fear.
He was aware of a lot of things. He was aware that he and Chris had not said I love you to each other that morning, instead both leaving the apartment angry with each other. He was aware that he had not called his mother in almost a week. He was aware that he still had not mailed Kurt’s birthday gift - even though he had been carrying it around in his bag for days. He was aware that he was not going to meet Jess’ new boyfriend - he wondered if someone would remember to cancel those reservations.
But above all of those things, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was going to die.
“Jeremy, please, you don’t need to do this.”
“Shut up! Fag! This is your fault!” The angry, cruel voice shouted at him from across his desk.
Dave watched, in horror, as the seventeen year old boy in front of him raised his hand. Dave felt like vomiting as his eyes locked onto the revolver in the boy’s hands.
Dave felt the tears start to fall.
Dave wanted to hear Chris’ voice so badly. So very badly. Wanted to hear that gentle quiet way of speaking Chris had. Wanted to feel his hands. Wanted to say I love you one more time.
He would do anything - anything at all - to just be at home.
Dave knew he would never feel those things again. An immense sense of loss washed over him.
That sense of loss was the last thing Dave felt before the world went red and black.
Rivets of icy cold sweat pooled at the small of Dave’s back - making his dress shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead and he could detect the slight trembling in his hands.
Fear.
He was aware of a lot of things. He was aware that he and Chris had not said I love you to each other that morning, instead both leaving the apartment angry with each other. He was aware that he had not called his mother in almost a week. He was aware that he still had not mailed Kurt’s birthday gift - even though he had been carrying it around in his bag for days. He was aware that he was not going to meet Jess’ new boyfriend - he wondered if someone would remember to cancel those reservations.
But above all of those things, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was going to die.
“Jeremy, please, you don’t need to do this.”
“Shut up! Fag! This is your fault!” The angry, cruel voice shouted at him from across his desk.
Dave watched, in horror, as the seventeen year old boy in front of him raised his hand. Dave felt like vomiting as his eyes locked onto the revolver in the boy’s hands.
Dave felt the tears start to fall.
Dave wanted to hear Chris’ voice so badly. So very badly. Wanted to hear that gentle quiet way of speaking Chris had. Wanted to feel his hands. Wanted to say I love you one more time.
He would do anything - anything at all - to just be at home.
Dave knew he would never feel those things again. An immense sense of loss washed over him.
That sense of loss was the last thing Dave felt before the world went red and black.