"Next is Braden."
Braden stands and makes his way to the front of the class, his hands are shaking and the page he is clutches shakes too, making it that much more obvious. He is scared. He is scared of reciting his poem to the class. He looks at his classmates and draws in a deep breath and starts to read.
"I breathe in.
I am certain I am breathing in my own blood.
I am drowning.
And there is nothing I can do about it.
I cough.
Blood.
There is a thud next to me and I look over.
My love.
She is also breathing in blood.
She is going to die.
And I am going to die too.
Darkness.
Light.
Darkness.
Light.
My love.
Death.
My love.
Blood.
I crawl to her and lie myself down against her body.
Her breathing is laboured, wet. She is breathing in blood.
She knows I am too.
And if I am to die, which I will I will be glad to say I died in my lovers embrace.
"I love you."
Darkness."
There is a disturbance at the back of the classroom. Braden looks up to see a panicked Percy Jackson. He is wide eyed. Braden watches as the teacher tries to calm him down. He is yelling and she is yelling. And Braden can't help but feel that maybe that Percy Jackson's episode is his fault because of his stupid poem that he had to create for English literature.
Percy is crying now and yelling out for someone. It is more like a desperate cry for help.
"Annabeth" the voices rings out through the classroom.
"Annabeth," he screams. "Come back, please."
"Mr Jackson, please, calm-"
Mrs Davis is cut short by a piercing wail.
And as Braden watches Percy sprint out of the classroom and down the hall he can't help but feel he has lost his lovers embrace.
I am so sorry it's short, it started out as a poem for my literature class and I turned it into a small one-shot. Thanks, xo