Friday, April 6, 2012

Running home

When he walked onto the top of the hill, she caught her first glimpse of him for the first time in months. Still, she just stared blankly at him. Part of her mind couldn't register that it was him that there, the other part didn't want to. Her frail body flies out of the swing, her foot running across the ground.
"You're not supposed to be here!" It was her world. She couldn't have ever imagined him in the small town. "You're supposed to be at school, doing homework or getting completely fucking wasted!" Still, he was there and her screams were ringing out through the silence. Concern is spread all over his face as he examines her tiny frame. The dress that she was wearing fell until it hit her hip bones. Then it came out a lot before falling down to just above her knees. Her thin, almost white, purple streaked hair fell just below her collar bone, which stood out between the thin straps of her dress, even though it was teased. Still, what stole his attention was the look in her eyes and the bright red, still bleeding cuts on her arms.
"Why did you call me? Why me? Why not your girlfriend!?" His own screams are full of concern and vocalize the tears in his eyes. The anger leaves her, making her look even smaller.
"I thought...maybe I could die to that voice. Have my last memory be the calmest thing in the world." No more words could be said as he picked up her tiny body. Resting against his warm body, she realized how much she'd actually missed the warmth that a normal human gives off. When he set her in the car, he turned the heat way up, and didn't complain even though he began sweating half a mile away. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the seat.
"I'm going to die, you know."
"No you're not!"
"Have you been drinking?"
"Then you're not driving fast enough." Her eyes open only part way, a faint smile on her face. He doesn't take his eyes off the road, but pulls his phone out of his pocket, called the hospital and told them that he was bringing in a suicide attempt. "I'm not gonna die," she laughed as she said it. "I've survived long about four hours now." He still won't slow down until he threw the car into park and carried her tiny body into the ER.

Sorry for the constant change in verb-tense. I wanted it to be past tense and it kept changing because I'm more used to present. This little thing came from thinking about one of my girlfriend's friends and how I could not imagine him in the little town I call home. And then I remembered the scene from Skins where Cassie attempted suicide.