Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff (he's Vince's) but I do own Briana.
She woke up the next day at about one o'clock in the afternoon with the sun shinning down on her face. Today would be a good day she thought with her eyes closed, half asleep and half awake. Her clothes seemed to be damp but rational thinking told her that it was just sweat. It had been a pretty hot night and she did have a blanket over her. She could feel Jeff next to her with his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. She smiled and gently touched his face with her fingertips without even opening her eyes; he was so cold. Her eyes slowly opened and noticed the paleness of his skin, then her eyes slowly surveyed the spread that they were under and saw the stains of red.
"Jeff wake up", she whispered even though she knew he never would again. "Please sweetie, I need you to wake up", the words could barley come out because she was choking on her tears. She sat up in the bed and felt Jeff's arm which had been peacefully resting around her waist, slide down to her leg. Staring at he white wall in front of her, she removed the blanket to revel her love's blood soaked arm. She traced the dragoon tattoo that was on his arm right above his hand. She had always hated it but now it actually calmed her. Before she woke up there was so much about Jeff that she could love but now she only had his body, and she appreciated everything about it.
She had been sitting there on the bed mindlessly for about an hour when she came back to reality. She had decided to call someone even thought she didn't know who. Briana reached over Jeff on her hands and knees and picked up the phone that was on the bed stand. Her tears had stopped and the silence was killing her inside so she picked up the receiver and dialed 911.
"Hello 911" "Hi I would like to report a suicide", she said rather quietly. As she talked to the women on the phone, the tears couldn't help but come back. Briana gave the women her name and her address and then quickly hung up the phone before the operator could say anything else. As she went to put the phone back on the bed stand (in the same fashion she had removed it in), she spotted the weapon that Jeff had used to kill himself with on the floor. She bent down, picked it up, and then plopped down on the bed. Unbeknownst to her she had pushed the note Jeff had left her in-between the mattress and the headboard down to the floor. She carefully studied the knife not really knowing why. It was encrusted with blood and the gold designs were now a dark red. She moved her thumb up and down sides of the knife an then onto the blade. It cut her thumb but she didn't really care, she just sat there watching the blood drip down.
"Why did you leave me Jeff, how could you", she said as a statement instead of a question. "We were going to be happy, you love me, I know you do". She yelled through all her tears. "You just can't leave", the sadness had left her voice and now there was anger. She looked at the knife then at her thumb and with that, she cut both of her wrists. It was a pain she had never felt before but even though she knew she could stop the bleeding, she didn't want too. She needed to be with him and this was her way of getting what she wanted. Briana threw the knife somewhere onto the floor and leaned over to Jeff and kissed him on the cheek. She then leaned over to his ear and said, "This isn't what I expected". With that, she laid next to him and drifted away.
She woke up the next day at about one o'clock in the afternoon with the sun shinning down on her face. Today would be a good day she thought with her eyes closed, half asleep and half awake. Her clothes seemed to be damp but rational thinking told her that it was just sweat. It had been a pretty hot night and she did have a blanket over her. She could feel Jeff next to her with his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. She smiled and gently touched his face with her fingertips without even opening her eyes; he was so cold. Her eyes slowly opened and noticed the paleness of his skin, then her eyes slowly surveyed the spread that they were under and saw the stains of red.
"Jeff wake up", she whispered even though she knew he never would again. "Please sweetie, I need you to wake up", the words could barley come out because she was choking on her tears. She sat up in the bed and felt Jeff's arm which had been peacefully resting around her waist, slide down to her leg. Staring at he white wall in front of her, she removed the blanket to revel her love's blood soaked arm. She traced the dragoon tattoo that was on his arm right above his hand. She had always hated it but now it actually calmed her. Before she woke up there was so much about Jeff that she could love but now she only had his body, and she appreciated everything about it.
She had been sitting there on the bed mindlessly for about an hour when she came back to reality. She had decided to call someone even thought she didn't know who. Briana reached over Jeff on her hands and knees and picked up the phone that was on the bed stand. Her tears had stopped and the silence was killing her inside so she picked up the receiver and dialed 911.
"Hello 911" "Hi I would like to report a suicide", she said rather quietly. As she talked to the women on the phone, the tears couldn't help but come back. Briana gave the women her name and her address and then quickly hung up the phone before the operator could say anything else. As she went to put the phone back on the bed stand (in the same fashion she had removed it in), she spotted the weapon that Jeff had used to kill himself with on the floor. She bent down, picked it up, and then plopped down on the bed. Unbeknownst to her she had pushed the note Jeff had left her in-between the mattress and the headboard down to the floor. She carefully studied the knife not really knowing why. It was encrusted with blood and the gold designs were now a dark red. She moved her thumb up and down sides of the knife an then onto the blade. It cut her thumb but she didn't really care, she just sat there watching the blood drip down.
"Why did you leave me Jeff, how could you", she said as a statement instead of a question. "We were going to be happy, you love me, I know you do". She yelled through all her tears. "You just can't leave", the sadness had left her voice and now there was anger. She looked at the knife then at her thumb and with that, she cut both of her wrists. It was a pain she had never felt before but even though she knew she could stop the bleeding, she didn't want too. She needed to be with him and this was her way of getting what she wanted. Briana threw the knife somewhere onto the floor and leaned over to Jeff and kissed him on the cheek. She then leaned over to his ear and said, "This isn't what I expected". With that, she laid next to him and drifted away.