Damien James Greybec
……………….. ‘It’s warm’he thought to himself as the liquid entered his blood stream. The morning light was shining through a small crack in his black curtains. Those curtains hid him from the world. From the truth. From reality. The boy took a deep breath as he pulled the needle from his arm, a small bead of blood formed on the mark and everything rushed to him.
……………….. If only for a moment he saw her face, smiling and laughing. The boy reached his hand forward to touch that skin that seemed so far away, as he reached he fell. He looked to his hands, they were covered in blood, and on his lap was her head. “I’m sorry” she whispered as her eyes closed and her breath shuddered from her lungs.
……………….. “Don’t be sorry! Don’t! I love you, if you’re so sorry don’t leave me” he screamed. When he blinked his eyes she was gone and he was left with nothing but the phantom feeling of her on his lap and the tears that were streaming his face.
……………….. His ice blue eyes looked to the mirror that had come from her room. Kyle was written in blood from his own arm. Looking back at him was a shell of the man that he had once been. His love gone, his world came crashing down that one day two months ago. A scar marked his wrist up to his knuckles from the punch through the window. He wrote her name with the blood from that cut. The male clenched his hand into a fist and punched the ground.
……………….. He pushed himself up and made his way to the dresser yanking open the top drawer. His pale hands reached into the drawer and pulled out a needle with a bottle of liquid. He couldn’t remember what it was, Alysson had given it to him for some illness she had a year back. He wondered a moment ‘Wasn’t she placed on insulin?’ he asked himself and looked at the bottle. Shrugging he sat on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror. He looked at himself; he used to be one of the popular students. He was strong, athletic, and nice to everyone.
……………….. “I used to have a hero complex” he grumbled to himself as the needle entered his skin and he pushed the liquid in. His blue veins soaked up the liquid almost instantly sending chills throughout his body. The boy’s iris almost disappeared as his pupils expanded to twice their size. His hair fell in front of his face as he leaned forward. His slender body shook as he laughed and the colours exploded before his eyes.
……………….. He pushed himself from his bed and stumbled down the stairs. He had thought he was floating and the top step didn’t matter. He soon realized it did as did the ones that followed. He made his way down to the front door and headed the half a block to the cemetery. Even in his high he wanted to see her.
……………….. He fell to his knees. “Come back to me” his whispered as he lay on her grave. He felt the dirt beneath his stomach. The flowers he left her two nights ago were still there. The card read ‘I love you, you’re the only one I can love, I will smile again if you promise to see me tonight. I miss you, Damien’.
