3 September 2012
This is so short but it's really powerful. Seriously, this has to be the worst Christmas eve of all time :0 x
*Justin's POV* Shards of glass scattered across the bathroom floor, some flecked with crimson red blood. Drew's fragile naked frame, slashed and slit at her most vital life points. Blood pooled out across the floor, a single shard still in her hand. It was as if my mind had stopped, and taken a snapshot of the scene, freezing me along with it. Her eyes were shut, and I couldn't see her chest rising and falling with breath. I fell to my knees beside her, touching everywhere in hope of some sort of response. I got nothing. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks, but I couldn't hear myself sobbing hysterically. I was half convinced she was dead. I begged and pleaded for her to wake up, but I got no response whatsoever. My mouth opened, but I didn't hear my own scream for help. It was just a feeling. A feeling of utter despair. Everything I had to live for in this world, lay before me, breathless and lifeless on the bathroom floor, and it's my fault. Drew did this to herself because of me. I knew it. I shouldn't have done what I did, and I couldn't face her today knowing I'd hit her. I couldn't look at her beautiful face and see what I'd done. I'd rather see my own guilt every day for forever than have to live with the fact that she killed herself because of me. And then there were sirens. An ambulance. I hadn't realised Anna was behind me, I hadn't heard her at all as she'd rung the services and told them it was urgent. A paramedic rushed in, and had Drew in his arms in moments, rushing her out of the bathroom, out of the house, and away from me. I did my best to keep up, pushing my way through the crowd of Doctors and other family members to follow the man with Drew in his arms. He made his way out into the freezing cold night, lifting Drew into the back of the ambulance as blood dripped from her wrists and off her fingers. I did my best to launch myself info the ambulance beside her, but the paramedic's assistant gave me a sympathetic look and a few unheard words, pushing me back so she could shut the door on me. And then it was speeding off, leaving me and the rest of the family behind, and in tears. I fell to my knees on the dirt path, keeling over as I sobbed hysterically, unashamed to let out the raw emotion I had right now. I felt everybody's eyes on me, blaming me, faulting me. They weren't the only ones. I blamed me too. And... If... If she... Survived... I knew exactly what I was going to do to make it up to her.
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