Ailaya's Pass Game 1
Her hand on his chest felt so warm. She was here. He had made it. He was safe. He moved his hand, not noticing the blood covering it, to cover hers. He tried to smile. Instead, he coughed, blood dripping down his chin. He groaned.
The sound seemed to bring everything back in to focus. He could feel the grass at the side of his neck, see Katie's hair falling, blocking her face from him like a veil. He thought to reach up to push it back behind her ear, but his hands felt heavy. He looked down and saw them covering Katie's own, which were themselves trying to cover a dark hole in his chest. Her hands were too small. He saw them sinking deeper and deeper in to the gaping red mouth. Soon it would swallow her arms, and then her shoulders, and he saw all of her sinking in to the hole that did not seem to be part of him, devouring her as it devoured him. His hands flew from hers in fear and he was the read fingerprints he left on her wrists. He groaned again. He could feel it now. It felt like the whole world was on fire.
"Oh my God," a woman's voice said over and over in the background, "oh my God, oh my God."
"Dee," it was Katie's voice now, his Katie's voice. She sounded hurt, scared, "run and fetch the doctor." He wanted to comfort her, to fix whatever was wrong, whatever was making her sound like that, "HURRY," she screamed, hoarsely, and he tried to sit up, tried to make it alright, but he couldn't. It hurt so badly. He heard the girl's panicked footsteps running towards Dan's house. He groaned again. He could feel her tears falling on the skin she'd torn his shirt away from. They stung, salty on his open wound. He turned his face away, hoping that she wouldn't see that he was crying too.
He wasn't sure why he'd come here. That's not true, he knew why he'd come here. He'd come because he couldn't think, couldn't breath really and all the pain left room for in his head was a picture of Katie, back to him, brushing that beautiful hair. He shouldn't have come. He was hurting her, being here. He shouldn't have come.
He felt her lips, fierce, protective, against his brow and shut his eyes tight, biting his lip against the desire to turn to her, to take her face in his hands and just hold it. "Oh God Jack, what have you done," he heard her whispering, her lips so close to his face, "what have you done?" He bit his lip, eyes still closed tight, and took a deep breath, then mustered all of his strength to turn his head to face her.
"Talk to me Katie," he said, so roughly that he barely recognized his own voice, "tell me one of your stories Katie. Katie," he whispered, "tell me about the stars."
(And I pass this on to ailaya_believes)