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Pretty Much Dead Already
Chapter 6: In Pieces
First POV (Abigail)
September 5, 2014
I looked at Ty as he sat all alone, silent. Tyler hasn't spoken at all for the past three weeks. All he told me was that I killed his father. He was both grateful and furious towards me. He was glad I entered his father's misery, but he didn't like that I killed him. Ty said he should've done it so I wouldn't feel like crap. Too late, I guess. I decided to sing a song to cheer Tyler up.
My hands are broken,
And time is going on and on, it goes forever
How long
So I got high and lived all that life that I've taken all for granted
Promise me you'll try
To leave it all behind,
'cause I've elected hell,
Lying to myself
Why have I gone blind?
Live another life
You, You
The only way out
Is letting your guard down and never die forgotten
I know
Forgive me, my love,
I stand here all alone, and I can see the bottom
Promise me you'll try
To leave it all behind,
'cause I've elected hell,
Lying to myself
Why have I gone blind?
Live another life
You, You
You, You
You, You
After I finished, I looked back at Tyler. He just sat there, looking at me, silent. I just lay down and went to sleep.
"I'm sorry. That was good." I sat back up to see a slight smile. I moved right next to him.
"Thanks." I replied, wrapping my arms around him. Ty returned the embrace, running his hands through my hair. It felt so good to have him back. I was happy that he came out of his depression. I closed my eyes as I fell asleep in my friend's arms. I still wonder what the secret no one can ever see is.
Following morning
Startled, I woke up to a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I looked and saw a knife sticking out of my shoulder.
"Ahh!" I yelled as Tyler woke up.
"What the hell?" He looked at me. "Oh my God. What happened?" He ran over to me and kneeled.
"I don't know! Just get it out!" I yelled. Ty grabbed the medical supplies and set them next to me. He gripped the knife tightly and looked at me.
"Abigail, this will hurt a lot and I apologize."
"It's ok. Just get it out. Please!"
"Look at me." Ty replied as I looked into his hazel green eyes. "You'll be fine." Suddenly, he pulled the knife out as I bled slowly. I closed my eyes to keep myself from crying. But I couldn't help it. As tears streamed down my face, Tyler wrapped my wound and tied it. "Abigail, calm down. It's over." Tears still fell from my cheeks. I tried to stop but I couldn't.
Suddenly, Tyler placed his lips on mine. I immediately stopped crying and closed my eyes. It felt so…passionate. A few moments later, we broke away.
"Why?" I curiously asked.
"To calm you down." Tyler answered. "And I just figured out why the knife fell on your shoulder. I left it sitting on that branch," he explained, pointing at the branch above my head, "when I cut down an apple yesterday."
"So that's why." I replied.
"Sorry." He said.
"Accidents happen. Thank you." We both smiled at each other until I spoke up. "I'm going to wait for a while and then I'm gonna go wash up."
"Alright."
I walked away, remembering the kiss. It felt so good. It was passionate and romantic and I wanted so bad to feel it all again. Wait. Do I like Tyler as my best friend or is it more? Am I falling in love with him? I have always loved those beautiful hazel green eyes. Tyler was there for me and he's my best friend. It's true and I admit it. I love him.
Later
I arrived at the stream of water and I took off all of my clothes. I removed my bandage and looked at my wound. It was a scar and it stopped bleeding. As I started washing myself, I started singing.
My insides all turned to ash, so slow
And blew away as I collapsed, so cold
A black wind took them away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night
I thought about Tyler and our friendship.
And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
I used to be my own protection, but not now
Cause my path had lost direction, somehow
A black wind took you away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night
What I loved most about him is that he's compassionate and caring. I care about him much.
And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
I love him so much.
So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like, to be alone
I washed the blood off of my wound and off my face. I put my clothes back on and went back to camp.