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Oh lord! The final chapter! What will Arty do? Read to find out.
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Chapter 10: And they all Lived Happily Ever After
Her name was Diana and I soon found out she was a resident here. Diagnosed with Oppositional Defiant Disorder, she was sent here after she pulled a knife on her mother and was deemed too aggressive for the outside world.
She resided in the ward on the opposite side of the hospital. This was the ward where the residents were dangers to others rather than my ward, where the residents are dangers to themselves.
Coincidentally, her ward was the one where the 'brawlers' resided. Apparently most of her ward was like this. "Brainless imbeciles" Diana would say.
I was still under heavy surveillance after my attempt, but of course I could outsmart my babysitters. And so I would sneak out of my ward to see Di.
We had quite a lot in common. She was of high intellectual capabilities, and was well-taught in the arts and cultures. She originally called London home, which I was quite pleased upon hearing. London was not too far to travel from my home in Ireland.
I fell in love with the way her sweet voice fell from supple lips. I fell in love with the way she would play with her blonde locks when she became shy. I fell in love with the hint of a blush that rose on her cheeks when I complimented her that day. But most of all I fell in love with the way her electric green eyes would sparkle in the middle of a well thought out debate.
I fell in love with her.
And, one month after that last attempt, I told her so. A soft blush rose on her cheeks, and her delicate fingers became entangled in her locks as she told me that she did indeed reciprocate these feelings.
After this, Di became somewhat of an addiction for me. I couldn't go one day without those lush lips before suffering withdrawal symptoms.
But I let this happen. Because, while she became an addiction, she did something no amount of drugs could do; she renewed my desire for life.
In turn I also helped her become whole; she calmed down and began to be able to function in group activities. She became happy.
And thus, 3 months after the moment I said I loved her, during which we continued to fall deeper in love, we were deemed sane enough for the real world. This was possibly the most joyous moment of my young life. I would be able to see my family, I could go back to my genius activities, I could live my life without supervision.
I wouldn't be a hassle or disappointment to anyone.
On our release date, I agreed to escort Di back to her London home. I thought it the perfect opportunity, almost like a romantic getaway, and then I would also know where she lived.
And so we boarded the channel tunnel train. I hear it was quite exciting for first time passengers and so I hoped Diana would look fondly at this memory. I glanced at her to see eyes wide in amazement. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared. I was making an impression and I got to spend 35 minutes with a gorgeous girl. Life certainly was looking up.
About fifteen minutes into our journey I began to detect a hint of smoke coming from behind me. This concerned me slightly until my attention was diverted by Di, who was asking about the mechanics of the train. I was quite happy to supply her with such things as a curious mind is a healthy mind.
However she soon picked up on the scent of smoke too and also became concerned. Matters only became worse when we told the lady serving snacks. The look of fear on her face told us more than her false words of "oh I'm sure it's nothing". She scurried off down the carriage in the opposite direction. I had just decided that I would follow suit, tugging on Diana's wrist, when BANG!
The explosion, later found out to be from a circuit malfunction, caused the train to split in two. As the back half slowed down, Di and I were tossed towards the front of the front carriage. Bad burns coated our bodies, as we had been sitting towards the back of the carriage. Blood leaked from a cut on Di's head and she appeared to be unconscious. I knelt down beside her and cradled her in my arms as I surveyed the situation.
We were on a downward slope, and so the back half of the train was still following us and gaining momentum. But as long as our half continued to move no collision would occur. Others appeared bruised but my precious Di appeared to have sustained the worse injury. I myself was probably a close second. Our half still had the power of the motor, and so we should be arriving at the station, where hopefully medical help was waiting, in about twenty minutes. As long as I could keep Diana stable, we would be fine. Everything would be fine.
That's what I thought until I heard the squealing noise. Apparently the driver decided it was a good move to slam on the brakes. I was jostled forward by the sudden stop and promptly lost my balance, landing beside Di on the floor. I only had enough time to glance out the gaping hole to see my fate awaiting.
The other half of the train hit us with a force I don't quite remember. You see, I had lost consciousness, and this temporary wake period was that before death. I felt something warm in my left hand, and so I carefully turned my head that way. What I saw was the love of my life. Her body twisted and mangled, pieces of hot metal covering her once perfect body, her scarlet blood flowing everywhere.
I realised it was her hand that I was holding. Her dead hand.
A few tears ran down my face as I realised the irony of the situation. And with my last ever breath I muttered those six words that were said so long ago.
"Why does the world hate me?"
So many people are gonna hate me for that ending.
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