Yeah so this is a random one-shot I thought up and wrote down in the middle of the night a few months ago. I'm not sure if I want to add to it or not. Depends on the kind of feedback I receive.
The Death Hour
"Help!" she moaned one last time as hot tears burned silver paths down her cheeks, mixing with the drying dirt and blood that streaked her heart-shaped face. Her breath hitched painfully as she desperately listened for someone, anyone, who would come to their rescue. The tall, condescending evergreens suffocated her, efficiently muting her to the outside world. Even the nocturnal woodland creatures seemed to have abandoned her, for the cool, starlit night was eerily silent; like a tomb.
It was only by the light of the full moon that she was able to see the boy laying on the ground in front of her. He lay spread-eagle on his back, gazing unseeingly at the sprinkle of stars in the black sky. The boy's chest and abdomen was completely soaked in blood, as well as a dark crimson puddle forming beneath him. The source of the bleeding; a gunshot wound to the chest, was being desperately covered up by the girl's shaking, now cramped, hands.
"Stay awake, please, just stay awake." she repeated this mantra over and over again, whimpering softly as burning scarlet liquid continued to dribble through the cracks between her fingers. With his last bit of strength, the boy placed his hand on top of hers, squeezing her hand gently in silent comfort.
Staring at his stark white face, she wanted more than anything to wipe the blood from his chin, stroke his cheek, do anything to make the accepted sadness and pain in his cloudy eyes go away. But she couldn't risk taking any pressure off his injury. So she instead carefully leaned over and brushed her lips against his cheek, tasting the salty tears and blood on his clammy skin. She nestled her cheek against his, their blood and tears intermingling.
"I love you." She whispered, something foul in her gut telling her that the end was near. Her only response was his uneven, shallow breaths ruffling her hair until it slowed to nothing more than a whisper. She felt his heart gradually slow to a final stop beneath the palms of her hands.
"No, please no..." she hiccuped, desperately searching for any spark of life left in the boy's crystal eyes. There was none.
A low, almost inhuman wail broke through her lips, mourning the passing of the boy who, even in death, loosely held her hand within his. She turned her head upward at the starry sky and cried, "WHY?"
Honey Wheeler sat up quickly, her pulse racing and hazel eyes wide in terror. Tears streaming down her face, she became acutely aware of the hand gently rubbing her back and the soothing voice crooning in her ear.
"It was just a dream. Everything's okay. It was just a dream." Brian Belden's deep baritone voice murmured comfortingly. "It was just a dream." Honey repeated, her voice quiet and raspy. Clearing her throat, she said, stronger this time, "It was just a dream."
Honey accepted the tissue box Brian offered her with a weak nod of her head, before proceeding to wipe the tears from her reddened cheeks.
The dark-haired teen gave the distressed girl another minute to compose herself before asking gently, "Do you want to talk about it?"
The memories of the dream flooded back to her full-force, and she barely managed to keep the next round of tears at bay. Honey shook her head slowly, "Not now." she pleaded, her voice shaking, "Please, not right now." Brian nodded in understanding and pulled her to his chest, making her feel secure enveloped in his arms.
Laying her head on his chest, Honey was mesmerized by the strong and steady thump thump of Brian's heart against her ear.
What am I going to tell Brian? she wondered, the rhythmic sound of Brian's heart gently lulling her back to sleep. How do I tell Brian that in my dream, I was unable to save him after he was shot, and the person who pulled the trigger was his own brother?
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