Monday, December 17, 2012

Morning Monster


He saw the car coming and immediately read its intentions. “You CAN'T kill her!” he screamed to no , as he sprinted across the pavement. The beautiful brunette turned around, and a smile breached her face as she saw him running toward her. She stretched her arms outward and began to move toward him, but as she came close enough to see his face, her smile turned to horror. “What's wron-” “Kate, look out!” he screamed. He leapt toward her with a forceful jump that he could never hope to execute again, and as gently as his desperation would let him, checked her back onto the sidewalk. As she fell out of harms way, he smiled. An internal smile that could not be broken, even as his body was thrown by the force of the barrelling black SUV.
A minute passed in a second. His arm was wet, bleeding and numb, but he could not move it out of the rainwater filling the pothole it had landed in.
A blurry face broke the weeping sky. “K – Kate?” He sputtered, gasping for breath. “I'm so scared. I don't want you to leave.”
“It's okay Jake, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here.”
Blackness began to creep toward her face from the edges of his vision. Her face grew farther and farther away, even though he could still feel her hand holding his. No matter how tight he held on, he was slipping. As she bent toward him with pursed lips, the blackness began to shrink back, and an intense brightness swept over him as he woke up explosively, sweating profusely and hyperventilating. He was exploded into reality with a spasm that wracked his entire body. The tingling sensation on his lips turned to a bitter and numbing poison. Usually, waking up from a bad dream gives a feeling of relief. Waking up from that dream only made him want to finish dying. In his mind, he'd rather know that she was beside him as he died, than have to live without her ever speaking to him again. 2:46 am. Three and a half hours. He'd slept for three and a half hours. Heavy eyelids closed, only to be immediately wrenched open. Her face, her eyes haunted him every time he tried to close his. Focus drifted to the ceiling, counting the patterns of shadows upon the blackness of the night. He didn't sleep the rest of that night.  

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