Created By
Rate this Story
Embed
My Stories
+36
View All
|
+
10
|
Jog My Memory |
|
+
5
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {10} |
|
+
10
|
Jog My Memory |
|
+
15
|
Jog My Memory |
|
+
9
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {9} |
|
+
7
|
What if... [24] |
|
+
4
|
What if... [23] |
|
+
23
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {8} |
|
+
21
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {7} |
|
+
10
|
What if... [22] |
|
+
8
|
What if... [21] |
|
+
19
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {6} |
|
+
8
|
What if... [20] |
|
+
15
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {5} |
|
+
8
|
What if... [19] |
|
+
13
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {3} |
|
+
7
|
What if... [18] |
|
+
4
|
What if... [17] |
|
+
20
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {2} |
|
+
15
|
Cherry Cola Bottles {1} |
|
What if... [19]
Romance
 Created on 3-20-08
 Views(94)
 Story Rating G
|
I stared down the corridor after Steve. My poor best friend, covered in blood, fighting for his life. He held all my secrets and all my fears. The guy who could always make me laugh was now on some table, being handled by a bunch of strangers- he needed someone. Could that someone be me?
I turn towards Jamie, but he’s talking on his mobile. I didn’t notice his ring tone sounding through all the commotion.
I remain standing in the hallway of the hospital. I can’t think, I can’t speak- I’m not even paying attention to what’s happening around me. All I see is Steve, lying on a gurney being wheeled away. His eyes closed, his limbs limp, the sheets stained in red.
The blood… I’d never seen it like that before. The worst I’d seen before now were Jamie’s arms. It was just everywhere… his arms and legs and the sheets and blankets were just coated… he was so pale… so drawn… so helpless…
Jamie- “Abi, are you OK? You look a little pale. Anyways we have to get back to school- that was Mr Halls. We have to go back before the beginning of 5th period. C’mon”
He pulls my hand towards the exit, but I stay put.
Me- “Steve needs me”
Jamie- “Steve? Your ex-boyfriend Steve?”
I nod slowly.
Me- “That was him in the accident… He needs someone Jamie, and I’m here now so I might as well stay for him”
Jamie- “C’mon Abi- you have to get back to school. The hospital will call Steve’s parents. You haven’t spoken to him for almost a year now, you’re not even friends anymore.”
He’s right. And I can see Steve’s parent’s pulling up outside the hospital. I guess I’m not needed anymore. So I let Jamie lead me out of the hospital- yet in my gut, I want to turn back for Steve. We haven’t spoken for months- but he still knows more about me than anyone else. Jamie talks about things as we walk outside, but I’m not listening properly. I wonder if Steve and me will ever be friends again. I never actually apologised. I always thought that time would eventually heal things, and that one day we’d just randomly bump into each other and reconcile. Perhaps we would have returned to being best friends. We would continue to confide in each other- like all this was just a bad dream that we had woken up from…
Jamie- “ABI! God, you’re on another planet today. Listen, I’m gonna go and call a taxi by that payphone OK? I’m low on phone credit at the moment. Look after my mobile? Thanks- and stop worrying! He’ll be fine, I promise”
He doesn’t understand. It’s not his best friend. He can be happy and upbeat about it because he doesn’t know someone fighting for their life…
wait
yes he does, he knows me…
My opinion changes- it’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s that he’s trying to be positive. I admire his optimistic attitude- I know my mother doesn’t share the same outlook…
BEEP, BEEP
Jamie’s phone rings in my hand. He has a text message. He’s busy ordering our taxi, so I press “view message”. “
Jamie, I love you- please come talk to me. Meet me at the park OK? You know, where we had our first date, our first kiss and our first… you know ;) it’ll be romantic. Love ya babes xxxxxx Chloe <3 Jamie xxxxxx
I…
I…
I can’t…
Me- “I don’t understand…”
I say it out loud even though I’m not entirely sure Jamie is within earshot.
He returns from the payphones and pulls his mobile out of my grasp. I glare at him, eyeing his every move. I watch his expressionless face transform into a nervous wreck. I reach back, position my hand, and crash it down upon his cheek.
I’m flooded with so much anger and sadness, that I’m overwhelmed and just become numb.
Rage boils to the surface after a heart wrenching silence. “If you ever so much as look at me again, I’ll be sure that you regret it every day for the rest of your life,” I spit at him.
I can’t bare to look at him- it actually hurts physically. Like my heart is being ripped out. Like all the air is being squeezed out of my body every time I even think about Jamie together with this… Chloe girl.
Who is she?
When did this all start?
Why didn’t he tell me?
How could he kiss me and be with me, hold me and tell me he loves me, whilst being with Chloe?
I turn and walk away. Back into the hospital. I only want to see one of two boys right now- either Harrison or Steve, and Steve is closest right now.
So I put one foot in front of the other. Again, and again, over and over…
Right, left, right , left, right, left…
All the way down the hall, following the signs to Resuscitation
I’m at the end of the hallway and I can see through the windows at the end leading to Steve’s room. The same nurse is still pounding on his chest. I can hear the small thuds even though im several yards away.
Thud, thud, thud
Movement
Thud, thud, thud
Shouting
Thud, thud, thud…
Silence
They’ve stopped. Why have they stopped? Have they given up? They have! They’re just like my mother. They can’t- they can’t give up on Steve!
So I run. The world slows down. No matter how hard I try, I can’t run any faster- but I have to get there before it’s too late. I push through the double doors, stunning the doctors. They all give me confused and shocked looks.
“YOU CAN’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my voice.
One doctor looks particularly pissed off. He rips his latex gloves away from his strong hands, placing one on my shoulder as I attempt to catch my breath back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, with no emotion whatsoever.
Am I the only one who cares?
I turn towards Jamie, but he’s talking on his mobile. I didn’t notice his ring tone sounding through all the commotion.
I remain standing in the hallway of the hospital. I can’t think, I can’t speak- I’m not even paying attention to what’s happening around me. All I see is Steve, lying on a gurney being wheeled away. His eyes closed, his limbs limp, the sheets stained in red.
The blood… I’d never seen it like that before. The worst I’d seen before now were Jamie’s arms. It was just everywhere… his arms and legs and the sheets and blankets were just coated… he was so pale… so drawn… so helpless…
Jamie- “Abi, are you OK? You look a little pale. Anyways we have to get back to school- that was Mr Halls. We have to go back before the beginning of 5th period. C’mon”
He pulls my hand towards the exit, but I stay put.
Me- “Steve needs me”
Jamie- “Steve? Your ex-boyfriend Steve?”
I nod slowly.
Me- “That was him in the accident… He needs someone Jamie, and I’m here now so I might as well stay for him”
Jamie- “C’mon Abi- you have to get back to school. The hospital will call Steve’s parents. You haven’t spoken to him for almost a year now, you’re not even friends anymore.”
He’s right. And I can see Steve’s parent’s pulling up outside the hospital. I guess I’m not needed anymore. So I let Jamie lead me out of the hospital- yet in my gut, I want to turn back for Steve. We haven’t spoken for months- but he still knows more about me than anyone else. Jamie talks about things as we walk outside, but I’m not listening properly. I wonder if Steve and me will ever be friends again. I never actually apologised. I always thought that time would eventually heal things, and that one day we’d just randomly bump into each other and reconcile. Perhaps we would have returned to being best friends. We would continue to confide in each other- like all this was just a bad dream that we had woken up from…
Jamie- “ABI! God, you’re on another planet today. Listen, I’m gonna go and call a taxi by that payphone OK? I’m low on phone credit at the moment. Look after my mobile? Thanks- and stop worrying! He’ll be fine, I promise”
He doesn’t understand. It’s not his best friend. He can be happy and upbeat about it because he doesn’t know someone fighting for their life…
wait
yes he does, he knows me…
My opinion changes- it’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s that he’s trying to be positive. I admire his optimistic attitude- I know my mother doesn’t share the same outlook…
BEEP, BEEP
Jamie’s phone rings in my hand. He has a text message. He’s busy ordering our taxi, so I press “view message”. “
Jamie, I love you- please come talk to me. Meet me at the park OK? You know, where we had our first date, our first kiss and our first… you know ;) it’ll be romantic. Love ya babes xxxxxx Chloe <3 Jamie xxxxxx
I…
I…
I can’t…
Me- “I don’t understand…”
I say it out loud even though I’m not entirely sure Jamie is within earshot.
He returns from the payphones and pulls his mobile out of my grasp. I glare at him, eyeing his every move. I watch his expressionless face transform into a nervous wreck. I reach back, position my hand, and crash it down upon his cheek.
I’m flooded with so much anger and sadness, that I’m overwhelmed and just become numb.
Rage boils to the surface after a heart wrenching silence. “If you ever so much as look at me again, I’ll be sure that you regret it every day for the rest of your life,” I spit at him.
I can’t bare to look at him- it actually hurts physically. Like my heart is being ripped out. Like all the air is being squeezed out of my body every time I even think about Jamie together with this… Chloe girl.
Who is she?
When did this all start?
Why didn’t he tell me?
How could he kiss me and be with me, hold me and tell me he loves me, whilst being with Chloe?
I turn and walk away. Back into the hospital. I only want to see one of two boys right now- either Harrison or Steve, and Steve is closest right now.
So I put one foot in front of the other. Again, and again, over and over…
Right, left, right , left, right, left…
All the way down the hall, following the signs to Resuscitation
I’m at the end of the hallway and I can see through the windows at the end leading to Steve’s room. The same nurse is still pounding on his chest. I can hear the small thuds even though im several yards away.
Thud, thud, thud
Movement
Thud, thud, thud
Shouting
Thud, thud, thud…
Silence
They’ve stopped. Why have they stopped? Have they given up? They have! They’re just like my mother. They can’t- they can’t give up on Steve!
So I run. The world slows down. No matter how hard I try, I can’t run any faster- but I have to get there before it’s too late. I push through the double doors, stunning the doctors. They all give me confused and shocked looks.
“YOU CAN’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my voice.
One doctor looks particularly pissed off. He rips his latex gloves away from his strong hands, placing one on my shoulder as I attempt to catch my breath back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, with no emotion whatsoever.
Am I the only one who cares?
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On March 21st 2008 rebeldork2 Said : | |
|
omg i hate jamie grrr and stevie uhh noo keep me posteed |
| On March 20th 2008 justthegirlxox Said : | |
|
omg, that's terrible.. please kmp!! |
