Hi! Yeah so this is my first story EVER! Umm, I actually turned this in as an english paper-journal-thingie so vernacular- er- I mean...the way the characters speak probably won't line up...so uh yeah enjoy! I really don't care if you hate it or not, but reviews would be wonderful!=D
Enjoy!
He eased himself off of the glass covered
canopy, bringing a hand up to his aching head. Slowly guiding down his
leather-sheathed arm, his fingertips glowing with a striking scarlet against
the alabaster skin, he sighed heavily.
A burning coal colour coated the windows
to his soul as they closed. Perhaps if he left them like that, he could forget
what happened. No-that would not happen…he wasn't going to lie to himself. It
was not as if he- or really anyone they came into contact with- encountered the
greatest of luck. Even the rabbit's foot let them down…well, that and Bella.
He did not even realized how close he had come to passing out until he legs gave
beneath him, the only thing supporting him were his firmly locked elbows. A
surprised gasp slipped from his lips, an inconceivable sound to anyone who knew
him.
Vulnerability was not acceptable-ever…hmmm,
that is probably what screwed him over tonight. Why… why did he have to be so stupid! He deserved to lose the only
person that ever cared about him…he did not deserve him to begin with.
That's probably why he left, chuckles – the second
he had his chance he took it – and it was all of your fault! Do you even
realize how many lives could have been saved, how many more hunts could have
been, how many times dad wouldn't have been hurt, how many scars would have
been gone- no matter how cool chicks think they are?
A tear slipped down
his cheek as he brought his stained hand to his left side, fingering a
particular ghastly scar that had lingered from the pit.
He wouldn't have died if I hadn't distracted him…I wouldn't have had to
go to hell if I had just left him at Stanford…he would have been happy,
married, pulling in big bucks by now…he would not have been poisoned…maybe then
I wouldn't be dead to him…"
He finally succumbed to that overwhelming,
opaque blanket of unconsciousness, the atmosphere the only ear to his whispered
plea,
"I'm so sorry, Sammy…"