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| A Life Without Me Part II
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He was just standing there, face with no emotion, hands to his sides, just starring. The nurse walked up to him worried, "Hunny, are you okay? Hey! You there? Hello?" His eyes went from no emotion to every emotion he could think of that made him feel horrible. His eyes started started to water and he took his eyes off the girl and glued them to the floor. He blinked and a the tears started rolling down from his face to the floor. He feel to his knee's and cryed to the point where his tears were drowning his face. The nurse quickly rushed over to Mike and put her arms around him. "It's okay sweetie, She still has a chance." He looked up at the nurse with a mad and hasterical look on his face with the tears still coming out, "A CHANCE? SHE HAS TO LIVE!SHE JUST HAS TO!Do anything you can just make her live, she's my life. I can't life without her." The nurses eyes started to tear up a little but she wiped them away, "We'll do all we can. How do you have any relation to her?" He looked back up at her, "She's my girlfriend. The one i'm sooner or later planning on marrying, the one my life revolves around, she's the reason i live. She isn't gonna die! She just can't! Where gonna have three kids and live together! She is sposed to live till were old and die together. It's not fair!" The nurse sat next to the boy, "I'm sorry but maybe it's her time. From what we know she could die any second now." Mike got up off his knee's and wiped the tears away.
He slowly walked to her bedside and looked at her face and studdied it. Her beautiful face that always lit up when she was hyper. Her blue/green eyes that shined so brightly that are now closed. And of corse her blonde hair that she had recently died in green streaks. He slowly moved his hand to the top of her head and stroked her hair, "I love you. You can't leave me now. We need you here, I need you here. What will i do without you." He felt her face and some more tears fell from his eyes and hit her face. Then he started bauling again. He slammed his hand against the bed and closed his eyes.
"I'll leave you in here untill we close we reopen at six am tomarrow." The nurse said. He didn't answer her but she left anyway. He layed his head on her chest to listen to her heart beat. He could hear it but it sounded so slow and far away. Suddenly, all the days he had spent with her ran past his head and he started yelling her name. The tears on his face had made his eyes read and his whole body was tingling. He was still on his knees next to the bed. He put his hand around her like he would do when he wanted to hug her. He sat back up and wiped the tear drops that he had left on her face off. He held onto her hand and started whispering, "Thank you, For umm everything. If it wasn't for you i'd be in drugs and a whole bunch of other stuff. My mom would of sent me to a foster home and i probably would of already been dead by now do to the absessive drug use. Your the greatest thing thats ever happened to me. God gave me a chance to a better life, a path. You were that adorable angel that sent me down that path. You can't leave me now i haven't got it in me to get along in life. Im not perfect yet, i still need you...i need you."
The nurse came back in and told him to leave. He squeezed her hand, "IM NOT LEAVING HER!" The nurse shook her head, "You HAVE to leave."
"IM NOT LEAVING"
"Im gonna have to get backup if you don't leave now."
"Then get backup!"
The nurse left the room and he closed his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her softly, "I have to leave now baby, stay here on earth. Please still be here in the morning I'll be back. Even if it means coming back everyday all day I'll stay untill you wake."
The male nurses came in and grabbed him by the arms. One of the male doctors looked at him funny, "I know it hurts but we all have to deal with death some day." Mike didn't look back at the nurse he just growled like a dog. The nurses started dragging him out of the room as he kept yelling and yelling for them to let him stay. He was hurting so much he couldn't walk and they were just plain dragging him. When they got him outside they told him to be good and locked the outside of the hospital doors. It was poring outside. He layed down in the wet grass with his hands covering his face. He was crying but no one could see. The rain was covering his tears. He was getting soaked.
He just layed there crying. He wanted to die. He didn't plan on leaving that spot or going home. He was just crying and crying. A car stopped by in the darkness. The car honked. He lifted his head. A man came out, "Need a ride home." He didn't answer. "I said, Need a ride hommeeee?" He looked at the ground, "No" The guy stood over him. "You don't look like you don't need a ride." Mike started shaking his hands to get the rain off them even though it was pouring and he was doing know good. "Ya know what how bout you crash at my place. You look pretty stressed like you could have a break from home. " Mike looked up at the man he was about in his twenty's not that musley but pretty tall, "Thats not whats up." The guy rolled his eyes and grabbed mikes hand, "Come on my names Brandon. I don't usually pick up random people on the street like this at midnight something just told me i should. Like god was talking to me or sending me a sign." Mike ran his hands along the grass, "God, why should we listen to him he takes away the people we love most and makes us miserable." Brandon folded his arms, "Well maybe it's for the better, come on we can talk about it at my place." Mike stood up and got into the black truck.
The way there the truck was quiet. Brandon had a dog that was sitting inbetween Mike and Him. The dog was starring at Mike and decided to start barking. Mike told the dog to shut up and kept his eyes glued to the floor. Brandon looked at Mike and started talking, "So whats your name for starts." Mike closed his eyes, "Michael Allyn." Brandon looked at him and laughed, "Do people call you michael because you look more like a mike." Mike gave him a glare, "People call me Mike. And my girlfriend called me Mykzal." Brandon looked back over at mike, "So, who died?" Mike started crying again, "I really don't want to talk about it." Brandon grabbed mikes arm, "Come on at least tell me her name or something."
"Her names, Brianna. And she's not dead. And she's not gonna die and leave me like that."
"Oh, well maybe you can tell me more at the house."
Mike didn't answer as they drove off on there way to Brandons apartment. |
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Posted by bri_axedit_addiction on 2008-07-24 00:44:51 | Rating: | Views: 44
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