At
the Beginning…with you…
-Richard Marx and Donna Lewis "At the Beginning"
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"Davis! Davis!" I screamed through the black night. The rain was pouring
and staining my clothes, I was soaked, but I kept going, knowing I had to. My
eyes hurt, the thunder was pounding and the lightning was illuminating the sky,
but I had to keep going.
It
was all my fault. I had told him I didn't love him, when I did. I didn't want to
hurt him. I didn't want to hurt myself. I knew if we ever got into a
relationship we'd have to go through many trials and tests, and I don't think
I'm ready for that. But, if you go through it with the one you love, isn't it
all worth it in the end? I didn't know that then, but I knew now.
Now it was too late. Davis
had done something stupid, I just knew it, and I had to find him. I had to keep
going until I found him.
"DAVIS! Answer me, please!"
I cried, my tears mixing with the rain, making it so you couldn't tell if it was
my tears or the drops falling from the sky.
"Davis…" I sobbed, my knees
giving away, me, falling on the ground in defeat. "I love you…" I said to
myself, the rain beating down hard on me, my breathing becoming slow and off
beat.
"Kari, is that
you?"
I found new strength. I took
my hands and pushed my self up, the jagged ground cutting into my flesh. But I
didn't care, Davis was there and that's all that mattered.
I looked up, and saw a
horrible scene. Davis looked like he had just jumped off a bridge. And hit the
bottom of a river. He was totally drenched, and red liquid stained his clothes
and his dark skin. He was bleeding, and badly. There were cuts and gashes and
wounds all around him, and he was only wearing one shoe.
It looked like it was taking
every single ounce of strength in him to keep himself standing.
"Davis!" I cried again,
running up into him and gathering into my arms. We sunk to the ground, as he
started crying also.
"I'm going to die…" he
whispered into my ear, as more blood came forth and stained my every part of me.
"No you're not," I tried to
say cheerfully. I was failing. "You're not going to die. Don't worry.
Shh…shh…it's okay, I'm going to get you into a hospital and we're all going to
live happily ever after…don't worry."
He sobbed even more as my
fear grew. I had to get help fast or he was going to bleed to death. I started
rocking him side to side, trying to calm him down in any way. I cooed in his ear
saying things like: "It's okay, you're not going to die…" or "Everything is
going to be all right…"
On my shirt, I could feel
his eyes closing.
"Davis, don't go to sleep!"
I screamed, pushing him back and making him look at me straight in the eye.
"Okay, I won't," he
promised, going back into my arms.
"Alright Davis, you're going
to have to help me," I said, starting to push us back up from the ground.
He nodded as if he
understood. I slung his arm over my neck as we started to walk, very slowly.
His bleeding was coming
faster, and I stopped for a second, taking off my coat and tying it tightly
against his chest, which there was a huge gash.
We started walking again, me
constantly screaming help.
Why are there no
people? I
asked myself, stopping on the sidewalk and screaming help once again. I looked
at my watch: it had stopped working since I had gone out in the rain, but, it
read: 2:34.
"Oh," I said a loud, as
Davis turned to look at me strangely. I leaned against a stop sign, catching my
breath, watching Davis lean against me, breathing heavily.
I looked at the street sign,
and my mood considerably brightened up. "Davis!" I cried, making him perk up and
look up. "We're only a few blocks away from the hospital!"
"Great," he mumbled under
his breath as we started to walk again. We were walking even more slowly,
leaving a trail of blood behind us. He began to fall asleep.
"Davis, don't go to sleep,"
I said as I shook him.
"Hmm…what…okay…"
"We're almost there, just
one foot in front of the other," I directed, looking down at our feet and
guiding Davis in the right direction.
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It had taken us a good fifteen minutes, but we had finally gotten there.
The sliding doors opened as we walked through, me, practically carrying Davis
because he lost so much blood.
"We're here," I whispered
happily into his ear. "We made it…"
The receptionist had noticed
us. "Oh my God!" she cried as she saw our mangled bodies in front of her.
"Nurse!" She looked over at Davis, and then me. "Nurses!" she corrected herself.
Two nurses sped from around
the corner with two gurneys. "What?" one nurse asked breathlessly as she stared
continuously at the receptionist. The receptionist motioned her head towards us.
The nurses' heads turned to
us, then pushed the gurneys forward. First they took Davis and hoisted him on
one, then they asked me to get on the other one.
They took Davis away.
"Davis, I love you!" I cried to the gurney going the other way, knowing I may
never see him again.
"I love you too…" he mumbled
back. I smiled to myself as the nurse guided me to my room.
I coughed as she started
hooking me up to IV's and thinger-me-bobbers. "Does anything hurt?" she asked me
impatiently as she dressed me in a hospital gown.
"Yeah, my chest," I said,
even though my head was not registering what I was saying. I didn't even realize
my chest hurt like Hell into now. I put my hand to my heart as I lay back down
on the bed.
I could hear my heart
monitor beeping, and then I just heard this long beep, there was no breaking
points. My chest felt like it was going to explode, and it was all I could do
but close my eyes.
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When I had woken up, a tube was through my windpipe. It was hard to
breathe, and I was pretty sure I couldn't talk. But I could smile, I definitely
knew that, for when Davis walked through the door in a wheelchair, with a cast
on, and many bandages, I smiled the biggest smile I ever smiled before.
The nurse wheeled him, set him beside the bed, and
left us alone. I was grateful. He put his hand on mine, and smiled.
"Hey Kari," he said
gleefully. I tried to talk, but he stopped me. "No, don't talk." I smiled again.
That's when he handed me the pen and notepad. I smiled knowingly, then started
to write.
Davis, what happened to
me?
I gave him back the pad, he read it, then said, "Kari, do you remember
when you were really young and your immune system was weak, so you got sick a
lot? Well, your body is still in the process of healing, so when you went
looking for me in the rain, your heart and lungs couldn't take it after a while,
and so, they just sorta, collapsed. In fact, you even have worse injuries than
me." With that, he chuckled to himself for unknown reason. He stopped abruptly
and then handed me back the pad.
So, what are your
injuries?
After reading it, he smiled
reassuringly at me. "Oh, just some minor things, nothing serious. I broke my leg
and I have a few shallow cuts, but other than that, nothing really. Except the
huge gash in my chest that they had to stitch up. Okay, that was the only major
thing. I lost a lot of blood, but they fixed that up right away, and now, I just
have to stay a couple of days for closer inspection."
Davis, what happened to you?
I mean, before I started looking for you.
He
looked at me with a sullen face. He squeezed my hand before he started talking
again. "When you said you didn't love me, my whole life collapsed. I thought I
had no reason to live, so I thought suicide was the only way out. Kari, I went
crazy, literally. I got in front of a black pick-up truck and yelled, 'Kill me!'
Obviously, the driver took it seriously and started to drive towards me. At that
moment I decided I didn't want to die, so I ran. The black pick-up truck
followed me for about four blocks until I turned a corner and fell into an
alley. I slipped in a puddle and scraped myself on the ground. My chest hit the
ground first, so it got the full impact of the blow. I then started wandering
around, and I heard this voice. It was like an angel's voice, so soft and
wonderful. And do you what the best part was? It was calling my name. An angel
was calling my name! Can you believe it, an angel? And when I turned the corner,
I noticed it wasn't in angel. It was something better. It was you," he explained
as tears began to well up in his big, chocolate brown eyes.
I smiled as tears began to run down my face. He loved me so much, and I
loved him back, and everything was perfect. What could be better.
"How did you know that I was going to be there where you found me? Why
were you there when I was hurt so badly?" he asked. He handed the pad back to
me.
Thoughts ran through my mind as a familiar song ran through my head, and
I started writing:
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there whe the storm
is through…
I
paused a moment before I continued.
In the end I want to be standing
At the Beginning…with
you.
He
read it. "Yeah, the beginning," he said to himself as he read the note. "Kari,
we can start at the beginning. Together. Please Kari, tell me you'll start at
the beginning with me?"
I nodded my head. The only thing I wanted in the world was to start at
the beginning with Davis.
He smiled. He smiled so widely I was sure his mouth was going to fall
off. He laughed, I cried, he cried, I laughed, it was wonderful. Just wonderful.
He started to sing. He didn't have the best singing voice, but it was the
thought that counted.
"Life is a road and I want
to keep going
Love is a river and I want to keep
flowin'
Life is a road, now and forever,
wonderful journey.
I'll be there when the world stops
turning
I'll be there when the storm is
through
In the end I want to be
standing
At the Beginning…with
you…"
We both smiled and he leaned over and kissed me. It took every ounce of
strength I had to kiss him back, but I did. And we stayed there for a long time,
not wanting to move. And we weren't going to move until we were At the
Beginning. Yeah…at the beginning…
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Um yeah…that was it. Please don't kill me. Please don't flame me. I know
this was a stupid idea, but I had to write it down. Um, thanks for reading this.
Might write a sequel if I get enough (good) reviews. Hint, hint.
Yes, on an after note, please write a review. Tankies!
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