An update. As you wish. And thanks bro --- ~~~~~Mallory's point of view~~~~~ I left. I left Adrian sitting in my room because I wasn't going to put up with it today. Or ever. I decided to simplify things, if I was gone, who would worry? My parents wouldn't have to argue about me, my real dad could get me out of his life for good, since he never wanted me anyway, and Michaél, the man who raised me as his daughter, would no longer have to be burdened with a child that wasn't his. As for Adrián, it would hurt him. It would break him. We're so close. I couldn't think about him right now. I shook him out of my mind. I made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I tucked it in my belt, went to the garage and got in my car. I was pushing 85 going down a public road, I didn't care. It wouldn't matter soon anyway. When I got to the beach, I sped into the sand by the pier and got out. I walked down the pier, taking in the ocean's beauty, the children playing with their parents, still so innocent and fragile. Nothing to regret, full of life and enthusiasm. I walked to the end and sat down. I pulled out the knife I had grabbed from the kitchen. I knew if I gave it to much thought, I would chicken out. That was not going to happen. In one swift move, I slid the knife across my right wrist, then my left. I felt a searing pain. Then I saw my mother, reaching her gentle hand out to me. Then I saw me, well little me. Playing in the sand box with Adrián. I saw my father cooking steaks on the grill. Everything seemed to be getting lighter, sounds started to become muffled. I saw Adrián. Real life Adrián, not a flashback. Leaning over me with tear filled eyes. He lifted me up and ran to his car. I saw him pick up his phone, then everything went black. ~~~~ I woke up in a hospital room with Adrián clutching on to my hand with a death grip. I didn't see my mother or Michaél. Adrián looked at me then called for the nurse. "Oh my gosh, Mallory. Are you okay? How do you feel? Does it hurt? Are you in any pain?" He continued, then I began to remember. I looked at my wrists, the spots where I had cut them were stitched and I had an IV in my left forearm. I moved my hand up and down. Holy shit. That hurt like hell. Adrián was crying. "Mallory, we love you. We love you so, so much. Why? You are gorgeous. You have your whole life ahead of you! Why would you do that! I though you weren't going to make it! I thought you were going to die! Die, Mallory! Do you know how scared I was! Look. Just look." I knew what he meant. So I did. I scanned Adrián's recent thoughts. I felt what he felt. He wanted to die too when he saw me. Blood dripping down my hand and onto my thighs and shorts. I was in agony. I saw my aura through his eyes, black. When an aura is black, that means a person is dead or on the very edge of death. I snapped out of his head and looked at him. I look at his aura, blue. Solid, dark, blue. Both of our auras were usually a pure, bright, shining gold. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Even after his incident his aura wasn't this dark. I had truly hurt him. More than anything. I would never forgive myself. I was forever indebted to him. He saved me. Even though I wanted so badly to be taken out of this world, I could never leave Adrián.
Another update, at your request. ~~~~ *********Adrián's point of view********* I ran into the garage and sped out of the long driveway. I had to get to her. I could let this happen. I looked into her head, she was walking down the dock. Shit. I needed to hurry. I was racing down the road, only slowing down to make a few turns. I hoped I would get I her in time. I was flying down the beach, I finally saw her car. Just as I was about to open my door I was stopped. An incredibly strong searing pain came through the bond. It was torture, then came another. Then the realization hit me. I was too late. I sprinted to the end of the dock and saw her. She was laying flat on her back, he wrists were slit right across the middle. Her deep crimson blood was everywhere. Dripping on the old wooden boards, on her legs and shorts, down her arms, and it looked like it wasnt going to stop. I leaned over her, I was crying. Her aura was black as night. No, I couldn't lose my sister. The little girl I would push on the swings because she didn't know how, the baby I held in my arms when I was only a toddler myself, the beautiful woman she was becoming, no. I wasn't going to let that happen. I picked her up bridal style and sprinted back to my car and laid her in the passenger seat. I immideatly called the hospital and told them, then my parents and did the same. I ripped my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around her blood soaked wrists. Attempting to slow her loss of blood. I didn't care about the speed limit, the looks I got, the horns that were honking at me, or the amount of fingers and cuss words coming at me. Mallory was all that mattered to me. She was my very reason for existence. I pulled up in the emergency lane and was greeted by panicked doctors and nurses. I tried to follow them to the room they were taking her to but they wouldn't let me. I was greeted by a doctor about 15 minutes later. "Hi Mr. Brynn, I'm doctor Hollands. Your sister is going to be fine. She lost a lot of blood, sp she is going to be weak for a while. We stitched her up though. She should be fine, we gave her morphine and the stitches are dissolvable. She will be sore for a good month maybe more. She should have limited movement on her hands. She's in room 21 in the ICU. Alert a nurse if she awakes. Good luck." He patted me on my shoulder and walked away. I found the Intensive Care Unit and room number 21. What a coincidence, her favorite number is 21. I walked in and saw her. She was pale, and still unconscious. I took her hand and held it. I wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up. She needed me. I began to cry once again just at the thought of loosing my sister. I remember when she was only 6, I was 8. "Adrián, we're best friends right?" She asked me, looking at me with those electric green eyes we shared. "Yeah Squirt. We're brother and sister. We're supposed to be best friends." I replied to her, and slid down the slide. She followed me. "Well then you can't ever leave me. We have to stay together forever if we're going to be best friends." She beamed her smile at me, she was missing her two front teeth. "I'll never leave. I'll be here whenever." I told her, and held up my pinky. She linked her with mine and we ran back inside. I planned on keeping that promise. "I'll always be here, Squirt. I promise." I whispered to her.
*********Adrián's point of view********* I ran into the garage and sped out of the long driveway. I had to get to her. I could let this happen. I looked into her head, she was walking down the dock. Shit. I needed to hurry. I was racing down the road, only slowing down to make a few turns. I hoped I would get I her in time. I was flying down the beach, I finally saw her car. Just as I was about to open my door I was stopped. An incredibly strong searing pain came through the bond. It was torture, then came another. Then the realization hit me. I was too late. I sprinted to the end of the dock and saw her. She was laying flat on her back, he wrists were slit right across the middle. Her deep crimson blood was everywhere. Dripping on the old wooden boards, on her legs and shorts, down her arms, and it looked like it wasnt going to stop. I leaned over her, I was crying. Her aura was black as night. No, I couldn't lose my sister. The little girl I would push on the swings because she didn't know how, the baby I held in my arms when I was only a toddler myself, the beautiful woman she was becoming, no. I wasn't going to let that happen. I picked her up bridal style and sprinted back to my car and laid her in the passenger seat. I immideatly called the hospital and told them, then my parents and did the same. I ripped my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around her blood soaked wrists. Attempting to slow her loss of blood. I didn't care about the speed limit, the looks I got, the horns that were honking at me, or the amount of fingers and cuss words coming at me. Mallory was all that mattered to me. She was my very reason for existence. I pulled up in the emergency lane and was greeted by panicked doctors and nurses. I tried to follow them to the room they were taking her to but they wouldn't let me. I was greeted by a doctor about 15 minutes later. "Hi Mr. Brynn, I'm doctor Hollands. Your sister is going to be fine. She lost a lot of blood, sp she is going to be weak for a while. We stitched her up though. She should be fine, we gave her morphine and the stitches are dissolvable. She will be sore for a good month maybe more. She should have limited movement on her hands. She's in room 21 in the ICU. Alert a nurse if she awakes. Good luck." He patted me on my shoulder and walked away. I found the Intensive Care Unit and room number 21. What a coincidence, her favorite number is 21. I walked in and saw her. She was pale, and still unconscious. I took her hand and held it. I wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up. She needed me. I began to cry once again just at the thought of loosing my sister. I remember when she was only 6, I was 8. "Adrián, we're best friends right?" She asked me, looking at me with those electric green eyes we shared. "Yeah Squirt. We're brother and sister. We're supposed to be best friends." I replied to her, and slid down the slide. She followed me. "Well then you can't ever leave me. We have to stay together forever if we're going to be best friends." She beamed her smile at me, she was missing her two front teeth. "I'll never leave. I'll be here whenever." I told her, and held up my pinky. She linked her with mine and we ran back inside. I planned on keeping that promise. "I'll always be here, Squirt. I promise." I whispered to her. ~~~~~~~~~ I fines my BB's
I missed afew updates but thts cos I was busy much!anyways,u r doing an awesome2 jobu have me as a true fanu can add me as a female character if u wantlemme know n i'lll think of e characteristics n u can edit if u like BUMP
~~~~~Mallory's point of view~~~~~ I was out of the hospital the next day. It was Saturday. Adrián and I didn't go to school Thursday or Friday, as you should have concluded. I stayed in bed all day. Adrián ordered take out. He may have superb athletic and vocal / musical skills, but his cooking skills were lacking. Our parents were on a trip in Paris. It was for my dads job, but my mom decided to tag along. Leaving Adrián and I at home alone as usual. ~~~Sunday I took a shower and put on some blue jean shorts, a blue top with butterfly sleeves, and a long silver necklace along with some silver flats. I wore my hair down and natural, letting my long blonde curls hang down around my mid back and torso. Adrián wore some white board shorts and a purple polo. "Sis, I know I promised I would bring it up, but why?" We were in the third floor cinema room watching Beastly. "Because I felt like it would make everyone's life easier. Whoever 'Jordan' is would have to deal with the child he obviously never wanted, dad wouldn't have to raise a child that wasn't his, and mom wouldn't scream at dad to pay attention to me." I looked at him and he avoided my eyes. "What about me? You know what that would have done to me. We're inseparable, Mallory Arabella. You know that." This time, he looked directly into my eyes. It felt like he looked into my soul. "I know. You don't know how many time I had to push away the images of you, or the thoughts of me breaking your everything. I love you, Adrián Malachi. And before it all went black, I saw little us playing in the sand box. Back when everything was perfect. It gave me hope when I felt like I had nothing." I sensed happiness through the bond. Then, his aura lit up. It was still blue, but it was a baby blue. "I will always be here, Squirt." He beamed me a smile and left the room. He came back moments later, guitar in hand. "I learned this one when you were in the hospital." He began singing in his golden voice that made your heart melt and strumming his guitar with magic fingers. "I've beaten down, I've been kicked around, But she takes it all for me. And I lost my faith, In my darkest days, But she makes me way to believe. They call her Love, Love, Love, Love, Love. They call her Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, She is love, And she is all I need." I knew that song. It was called 'She is love' by Parachute. I sang it to Adrián a few times when he was recovering. I began to sing one of his favorite songs: 'Snowblind' By Rob Thomas. "I think we're snowblind, We've had a hard time, And we can't see where we are. Spending our whole lives, Walking the same lines, And it doesn't seem to stop.. Well this is our life, It all the we get, The days are all numbered, And the nights are all spent, We're losing our focus, We're starting to drag, We're running in circles, Ad we start to feel bad. But it don't mean that this ain't right, We just both need a little more time." "Oh my." He stared at me in awe. "What!?" I thought there was something wrong with me! "Nothing.. It's just that, I don't remember your voice being so angelic.. It's like the whole world stops and it just you and your glorious voice. It-it was mind blowing..." I sensed he was serious. I knew I could sing, I just didn't think it was a big deal. "Thanks, bro." I punched him playfully in the arm. "Let's do something. Let's get out. It's only noon. We have a whole day! Let's explore!!" he had a huge grin plastered on his face, like the one a toddler would get going into a candy store. Plus the fact he was jumping on my Temperpedic bed. "Okay! Okay! Let's go!" I exclaimed as he was already running down the stairs. Today was going to be fun.
Fuck me. Where it says 'she makes me way to believe' it supposed to say 'she makes want to believe'. I really should start to look over y updates before posting them...