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"Jamie." my voice is pleading, and eyes alight with worry.
His pupils are wide, boyish face frightened, as black nails scratch up and down pale arms, dotted with tell-tale track marks. His eyes look feverish and afraid, glittering in the dim room, "They're coming for me." his voice is a spider's whisper and his glance scurries across the room, terrified blues running wall to wall.
"No, no." I try to assure him, "You're safe. It's just fine, Jamie." I let my warm hands caress his upper arms, his shoulders, desperately trying to calm him. He only jerks away from my touch, eyes rolling wildly, searchingly.
*
"Jamie!" his name is torn from my jagged throat as an agonized cry.
His laughter, usually warm and infectious sounds dangerous as it floats back to me, dodging the speeding cars between us. His feet look too wide for the frail metal railing and he sways unsurely.
A horn screams angrily at him as a truck whizzes by, and suddenly his arms, spread wide to keep his balance, are flailing and his rush of adrenaline is quickly replaced by the rational fear of falling. I try to scream his name, but the ferocity falters in my throat and it comes out only as a choked whisper. His center of gravity finally betrays him, and his slim body falls from the bridge's railing.
My already tortured eyes can breathe a sigh of relief as he falls safely, but with a metallic thump, to the steel path.
*
"Jamie..." my voice breaks, tears flowing over my quivering lips, "You can't leave me...Please Jamie!"
His blue eyes shed no tears today, only stare at me unblinkingly, "Why are you crying, Sarah?" the words bite viciously at my heart, tearing out aching chunks as I realize he doesn't see what's happening.
Fragile, handsome face is too pale, and each of his heaving breaths seizes his already trembling body. Eyelids fight to keep from finally closing, behind chestnut bangs, plastered to his forehead with perspiration. Slender wrists, nearly the color of the bleached porcelain tub, are spiderwebbed with trails of scarlet blood. Still, he looks up at me in confusion, face clouded with the uncertainty of a young boy, not realizing he's slowly slipping away.
"Jamie." I'm left nearly breathless between sobs, "Jamie, I love you."
Finally, he gives in, pale blue eyes shedding their last tears as they're blanketed by his eyelids, fluttering shut.
*
He comes too close again, translucent face and big eyes taunting me, and I lash out. My hand connects with nothing, just air, like every time since the funeral. "Leave me alone, Jamie!" I plead with my own insane mind, "None of this is real."
"Sarah..." his voice, same as it was in life, begs me, sounding too real.
"NO!" I scream finally, "You're gone. This isn't real."
I shake my head violently, trying to clear my mind of these all too real hallucinations. I take my hands from the steering wheel to press them to my temples, eyes squeezed shut in frustration. Suddenly his lilting voice is drowned out by the nerve-crunching sound of metal connecting with metal. My eyes fly open, shock coursing through my veins, and they land on the truck embedded in the side of my car, before the impact throws me against the seatbelt. Digging into my chest and shattering my ribs with supposedly protective fingers, my neck snaps wildly. In a shower of searing pain and scarlet blood, my head connects with the steering column, skull crunching sickeningly.
Pain pounding everywhere, nausea and dizziness threatening to overtake me, I see him in the corner of my eye, partially blinded with blood. Ghostly tears trail down faded cheeks, like wisps of tender smoke. "I only wanted to tell you that I love you, Sarah." his voice is abnormally pained as he reaches out his hand. Reeling mind finally grasping what's happening, he embraces my hand with his. Solid flesh in solid flesh. Together, we can finally fade away.
His pupils are wide, boyish face frightened, as black nails scratch up and down pale arms, dotted with tell-tale track marks. His eyes look feverish and afraid, glittering in the dim room, "They're coming for me." his voice is a spider's whisper and his glance scurries across the room, terrified blues running wall to wall.
"No, no." I try to assure him, "You're safe. It's just fine, Jamie." I let my warm hands caress his upper arms, his shoulders, desperately trying to calm him. He only jerks away from my touch, eyes rolling wildly, searchingly.
*
"Jamie!" his name is torn from my jagged throat as an agonized cry.
His laughter, usually warm and infectious sounds dangerous as it floats back to me, dodging the speeding cars between us. His feet look too wide for the frail metal railing and he sways unsurely.
A horn screams angrily at him as a truck whizzes by, and suddenly his arms, spread wide to keep his balance, are flailing and his rush of adrenaline is quickly replaced by the rational fear of falling. I try to scream his name, but the ferocity falters in my throat and it comes out only as a choked whisper. His center of gravity finally betrays him, and his slim body falls from the bridge's railing.
My already tortured eyes can breathe a sigh of relief as he falls safely, but with a metallic thump, to the steel path.
*
"Jamie..." my voice breaks, tears flowing over my quivering lips, "You can't leave me...Please Jamie!"
His blue eyes shed no tears today, only stare at me unblinkingly, "Why are you crying, Sarah?" the words bite viciously at my heart, tearing out aching chunks as I realize he doesn't see what's happening.
Fragile, handsome face is too pale, and each of his heaving breaths seizes his already trembling body. Eyelids fight to keep from finally closing, behind chestnut bangs, plastered to his forehead with perspiration. Slender wrists, nearly the color of the bleached porcelain tub, are spiderwebbed with trails of scarlet blood. Still, he looks up at me in confusion, face clouded with the uncertainty of a young boy, not realizing he's slowly slipping away.
"Jamie." I'm left nearly breathless between sobs, "Jamie, I love you."
Finally, he gives in, pale blue eyes shedding their last tears as they're blanketed by his eyelids, fluttering shut.
*
He comes too close again, translucent face and big eyes taunting me, and I lash out. My hand connects with nothing, just air, like every time since the funeral. "Leave me alone, Jamie!" I plead with my own insane mind, "None of this is real."
"Sarah..." his voice, same as it was in life, begs me, sounding too real.
"NO!" I scream finally, "You're gone. This isn't real."
I shake my head violently, trying to clear my mind of these all too real hallucinations. I take my hands from the steering wheel to press them to my temples, eyes squeezed shut in frustration. Suddenly his lilting voice is drowned out by the nerve-crunching sound of metal connecting with metal. My eyes fly open, shock coursing through my veins, and they land on the truck embedded in the side of my car, before the impact throws me against the seatbelt. Digging into my chest and shattering my ribs with supposedly protective fingers, my neck snaps wildly. In a shower of searing pain and scarlet blood, my head connects with the steering column, skull crunching sickeningly.
Pain pounding everywhere, nausea and dizziness threatening to overtake me, I see him in the corner of my eye, partially blinded with blood. Ghostly tears trail down faded cheeks, like wisps of tender smoke. "I only wanted to tell you that I love you, Sarah." his voice is abnormally pained as he reaches out his hand. Reeling mind finally grasping what's happening, he embraces my hand with his. Solid flesh in solid flesh. Together, we can finally fade away.
Literature
Take My Hand
Tears stream down my face
Your hands are here to wipe them away
Cradling me close to you,
Telling me everything will be okay
And for once...
I actually believe that
That smile of yours
The charming laugh
It always gets me smiling,
Laughing right along with you
Whether I spend a minute
A hour, a day
Or even a year with you...
I'll cherish every moment
Because no one makes me feel this way
No one but you
We have our hard times
But we work through them
Stick together
Though it's normally my fault
You always forgive me
I'm beyond lucky to have met you
Someone as loving,
As forgiving as you
No matter what I know you'll neve
Literature
Cold Hands
He was holding my hand.
I could still remember the first time he had done so. That time, I could tell by his trembling fingers that he was nervous. I could tell by his cold, clammy hands -- that he was afraid, and perhaps cautious.
But not anymore.
I could not tell anymore.
As he was holding on to my hand, this minute, this second, I could no longer sense what he was feeling. His hands no longer shook, and was no longer wrapped in a welcoming layer of warm sweat. Or rather, this was not even holding hands at all, unless placing his palm against mine counts.
"Okay, what?" I gave in with a teary voice.
He and I both knew for some reason,
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take your hand and heart.
i want to take your
hand and show you the world with
beauty just like your's.
i want to steal your
heart and put it back togeth
er with diamond laced
seams; then it
cannot break apart
anymore.
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This is like Romeo and Juliet type story. A love that kills them both. These words are piercing, yet like a food you eat because it's good for you even if it taste's bitter. So was he insane thinking someone was after him and he took off or did he really have a reason...?