If you strayed from your path,
How far would you go to get back on it?
How many people would fall?
How many hearts would be broken?
How many friendships would be crushed?
How many dreams would become nightmares?
November 17, 2013
She tumbled through her window and into her bedroom, tears streaking down her cheeks at a fast pace. Multiple sobs bubbled past her lips and she tried to shush them, stuttered hissed and whispers replacing her breath. She slammed open the door to her room and startled the boy that had been lounging in her living room. His head snapped to hers and upon the sight of her tear stained face he launched himself from the couch and wrapped his arms around her.
He cooed to her, threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her as close as possible. "What's wrong, beautiful?" She shook her head, burying her face further in his chest. "I'm so scared, Jason." She whimpered, gripping his shirt tightly in her hands. "Scared of what, baby?" He murmured, pressing his lips to her temple and trying to reassure her. "Of myself." She could imagine the confused look on his face, only making her cry harder. Prying herself from his grasp she slowly unzipped her jacket, revealing her upper body only being covered by a black sports bra.
And then she knew he understood. She watched his blue-green eyes flood with tears and soon overflow, making her feel even worse. He pulled her against him and began murmuring apologies. She glanced up at his face to see his eyes squeezed shut, guilt displayed on his beautiful features. She turned in his lap and pressed her hands against his cheeks, wiping his tears with her thumbs.
"No, sweetheart." She whispered, looking into his eyes as her tears dried up. "You've done nothing wrong, baby. Its not your fault." "But I feel like I should've noticed." he whispered back, hugging her to him and tucking his face in her neck. "That just means I hid things well, Mr. Batman's protegee." She felt him release a breathy laugh and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Just promise me you'll never do it again." She hummed, debating whether or not to tell him she'd been clean since they started dating.
"As long as you promise to never let me go."
"I promise."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Dear Jason,
I know I said I wouldn't write to you anymore, but its Christmas. The "facility" is letting me come home for the holidays. So, Merry Christmas Jason. Uh, Happy Birthday too. I wasn't allowed out of the mental institution to come drop off your present, so I'll do it later. I'm getting weak, Jason. All these months locked up in that place and I haven't worked out once. I can barely do a few push-ups without running out of breath.
"You could hurt yourself." They told me, as they mixed my pills into my water like I was too idiotic to see it. Its not right. In fact, I'm leaving. I'm leaving the manor while Tim and Dick go out. Bruce is in space doing who knows what, possibly being dead, but meh. Dick has been looking after the manor and from what Tim's told me on visits, he's trying to get me out early.
He didn't try hard enough. No one ever tries hard enough. I didn't try hard enough, Bruce didn't try hard enough. No one ever does. I might write to you again but I'm not sure. I still feel like you don't want to hear about my problems. But whatever.
All My Love, Sam -December 25, 2015
Little did she know, that dull eyes were brightened again at the sight of the letter taped to his grave.
