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Chapter 10
I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore.
Allie was resting blissfully on a bed. A bed with black sheets. It was warm, and she was happy. The room was pitch black, but she could still see. She rolled over, expecting to feel a warm body beside her for some reason, but there was no one.
She was suddenly sad because whomever she expected to be there, wasn't. She was alone. She tried to pull herself up from the mattress, but it seemed as if invisible arms were holding her down. She writhed, and struggled to get up, but some unseeable force was keeping her down, pinned against the bed.
She kicked and scratched. She tried to scream but found that her voice was gone. Panic was setting in, and suddenly her vision went dark, and she became deaf. It was like drowning in hopelessness.
She felt something wet and sticking on her arms. The more she moved, and struggled the more of the strange wetness she felt. Then she smelled it. Blood. Her own? Was it? She couldn't remember. She didn't how she got here, or where 'here' even was. She was lost.
So she waited.
Jon had to see Allie after their encounter last night. He didn't want to push himself on her, but he needed to look in her eyes. God help him, he couldn't make himself stay away. He noticed her door was left ajar. He pushed his way in, like he would have anyway.
"Allie?" he called.
No answer. Her car was in the drive so he knew she was home...
He headed toward the bathroom. He peeked inside from down the hall and saw her slumped against the wall.
"Allie?" he broke out into a run until he reached the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was the sickening smell of blood. The second was Allie's still, unmoving, pale body with blood streaming from her wrist.
With hurried, shaking hands he dialed 911. He told them what happened, or what he assumed happened. He grabbed a towel and held it to her wrist.
"Oh, God." he whispered as he tried to stop the bleeding.
"Allie!" he screamed at her face.
"Allie!" he smacked her cheek a little. Her head only fell to the side.
He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her to him. His face buried in her hair. In that moment he found himself bargaining with God. Praying even though he wasn't sure he even believed in such things.
Please don't take her away from me.
Allie was waiting. Resting uncomfortably now on the huge bed. The black sheets were wrapping themselves around her and it was getting harder to breathe. This wasn't supposed to be what dying felt like. There was supposed to be a white light...a hope.
There was none of that for Allie as she surrendered herself to the unseen forces that tried to pull her away.
The ambulance arrived and Jon rode along. They got to the hospital and they took Allie back. Took her away from him. He called Rob, and sat and waited. Rob rushed as fast as his truck would take him.
"Mox!" he called as he came sprinting up the corridor.
"Rob, thank God. I'm going fucking nuts. No one has been out to tell me fuck!"
"What happened?" Rob asked.
"I don't know. I went over to her place this morning and found her on the bathroom floor. It looked like she'd cut her wrist. You don't think she was actually trying to kill herself do you? I mean, she wouldn't. She's better now. I thought she was better? She's supposed to be...better." his voice cracked and Rob pulled the devastated man in for a hug.
"I can't lose her, man. Not now. Not after everything." Jon cried.
Rob himself was scared out of his mind that he might lose Allie. She meant so much to him, but he kept it inside and stayed strong for Jon. That's just the kind of person he was.
Just then, a doctor came walking towards them.
"Are you the man who came in with Miss Hamilton?" he asked.
"Yes, that's me." Jon spoke up as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, "How is she? When can I see her?"
The doctor's face changed, and it made Jon's heart stop beating.
The doctor clutched the clipboard in his hands, "Sir, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this...
Sorry this was such a short chapter, but I guess you know why...sad.