I sat there, watching. The blood,the knife, the death passed before me. The urge to die was unbarable but I stayed, I held to everything I ever knew of, if anyone was to save me, it was him. I stayed for him.
-2 weeks later-
I sat there, watching. The nurses rushing past, keeping those worthy alive. I wonderd to myself, was I worthy? The smell was awful, the medicine was horrific. Some how, I wasn't dead. The nurse came in, said I had visitor. My stomach dropped. He came, he knew.
"Nikki?"
His voice found its way to my heart,and it broke. He was here. In the flesh, I could touch him, hold his hand, once more. My heart fluttered, the raced. Everything was fading, the darkness closes in and I blacked out.
-3 months later-
I sat there, watching. The t.v mesmerizing me for a few hours. Yet I wasn't really watching. I was waiting for the end. My tears hit the floor, but no sound emitting from my crying body. The doorbell rang and I slowly looked around,realizing where I was. I stood up and looked at the door. Deciding to open it, I turned the knob,looking into the sunlight.
"Hello Niks"
I stopped, knowing instantly
"Jon?"
"Hey you."
I guestured him in, still dazed by his appearnces.
"I wasn't expecting anyone" I flustered.
"I wasn't expecting to come" He replied smoothly. " I have some news" A hint of sadness flashed through his eyes, I listened.
"Alex is dead."
I sat on the couch... my brother dead. I wondered if he did it, the one who started the massacare.
"Suicide." Jon finished.
Instantly the idea popped out of my head.
"Oh...", Is all I could muster when I blacked out, last I could recount Jon had a knife in his hand... was it a dream?
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