I was choking on the blood. I wanted to die so badly, but my throat insisted on trying to retch up the foreign liquid. I was losing so much blood, my head felt light and before I knew it I was lay back on my bed again, spiralling into darkness. ----------------------------------------- My eyes snapped open and I was already sobbing my heart out, he was gone. I couldn't believe it. And this time it was all my fault. I looked around me to see I was surrounded with more machines and I ran my fingers along my neck. I could feel a ridge where the knife had sliced me, I winced in pain as I pressed a little too hard. I let my hand fall down to my side, tears streaming down my face. What had I done to deserve this? I had thought I was a good person, but clearly not according to this..monster. ----------------------------------------- *One Month Later* I was finally out of hospital. I still had to use my wheelchair, but my legs were slowly beginning to heal, I could at least wiggle my toes now, but it was painful. It was time to go back to school, and of course, everybody had heard about what happened. Luke had been there for me, but now that he had gone I had never felt more alone in my life. I wheeled myself into the hallway, desperately trying not to look at anyone, my eyes fixated firmly on the ground in front of me. I was so mesmerised by the floor spinning away from me that I didn't notice someone in front of me stop moving, and I accidentally ran into their heels. I looked up to apologise meekly, not registering who I was talking to. They spat in my face, words so harsh they felt like knives.. 'Oh look, it's the dead guys girlfriend.' Guess who?
The first thing that came to my mind was that chickforgot her name HE DIED!?! But they didn't... BUMP BUMP BUMP!
I gasped in complete shock. Sticks and stones and all that, but I felt real pain inside my heart from those words. My mouth was slightly open and I had no idea how to respond. 'What? You don't know what to say? Aww sweetie, I just don't think you're lucky in love. Your new boy is gone forever, and you were too blind to see Jared was using you to get to me.' smirked Bethany. 'Oh wow, I can't believe we were ever friends. You're such a stuck up little- actually, you know what? You aren't worth my breath.' I replied, holding back tears. 'Yeah yeah, run away. No wait..you can't.' she laughed, putting her foot in front of my wheel. Again, we were surrounded by shocked classmates, wide eyed and entertained by our drama. I glared at her, my blood boiling. How dare she make fun of my disability. If theres one thing I hate, it's bullies. 'Oh yeah? How about you shut the hell up you little cow. You think you're Gods gift when actually, you're ugly as hell and I don't know one person other than Jared that actually likes you.' The crowd laughed in disbelief, I wasn't one for arguing usually. 'You know what Gods greatest gift to me would be?' she smiled. 'getting rid of you.' She raised her hand ready to slap me across the face. I sat, unreactive. I had been through enough pain already, one slap would not change what was going through my head. Bethany struck her hand across my face, a stinging red mark left on my cheek. Everybody gasped as I sat still. She tried again but I didn't move. She slapped me over and over until my head felt light, nail marks on my face. Nobody knew what to do as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I saw Bethany smile in satisfaction and walk away, but then I felt a fist make contact with my face and I fell back, black consuming my surroundings.