NOTE: I've had some complaints about the love story. But anyone who doesn't
like the story doesn't have to read it. But those who have given me such
good reviews: Thank you very much. I've worked hard on this. But I work on
it late at night so it's not as good as it should be. Sorry. Anywho, back
to the story.
When he woke up again he was in his room. The clock read five fifteen PM. He sat up, the pounding in his head got worse. He was dirty and sick, but he didn't care. When he stood, he realized his legs were shaking. Not just his legs. all of him.
The hall was empty, and the floor was cold and hard under his feet. Lucas opened the door to the other room. The room with the sign that said not to enter. It smelled like cleaning solution. The carpet had dark spots on it, small ones and then one big one near the door.
"She just couldn't stop bleeding. We didn't even know that she was purging. It's our job. To know." Katrina was at the doorway.
Lucas nodded and walked into the bathroom, there wasn't even a stain. Her shampoo was still there. And her hairbrush was still sitting on the sink. He didn't realize he had picked it up until afterward. In the room, the bed was made but her book was still on the nightstand. They no one had come to pick up her belongings.
"Tell me-this doesn't happen." Lucas kneeled on the floor, "Please. Just tell me life isn't like this."
"I can't." Katrina didn't move to touch him, "Life is like this. sometimes. Sometimes it's not. There are always good times, along with the bad."
"What happened? Did she." he didn't even know how to ask the question, but he needed to know, "Did she do it on purpose?"
"She had been throwing up in the garbage, she never threw up much. She didn't eat much. So we didn't know.But she just. There was a hole, the stomach acid had eaten through her throat. When I found her she was trying to breathe through the blood." Katrina swallowed the lump in her throat and turned, Lucas could hear her footsteps down the hallway.
He was alone, and it stung. He stood up and laid on the bed, perhaps it was his imagination, but it smelled like her. And in a hazy area between reality and dreams he thought that he could feel her hand on his cheek. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to let it in. But he knew it was true, he knew that she was gone. But now, he just wanted to sleep. To forget for a moment.
When he woke up again he was in his room. The clock read five fifteen PM. He sat up, the pounding in his head got worse. He was dirty and sick, but he didn't care. When he stood, he realized his legs were shaking. Not just his legs. all of him.
The hall was empty, and the floor was cold and hard under his feet. Lucas opened the door to the other room. The room with the sign that said not to enter. It smelled like cleaning solution. The carpet had dark spots on it, small ones and then one big one near the door.
"She just couldn't stop bleeding. We didn't even know that she was purging. It's our job. To know." Katrina was at the doorway.
Lucas nodded and walked into the bathroom, there wasn't even a stain. Her shampoo was still there. And her hairbrush was still sitting on the sink. He didn't realize he had picked it up until afterward. In the room, the bed was made but her book was still on the nightstand. They no one had come to pick up her belongings.
"Tell me-this doesn't happen." Lucas kneeled on the floor, "Please. Just tell me life isn't like this."
"I can't." Katrina didn't move to touch him, "Life is like this. sometimes. Sometimes it's not. There are always good times, along with the bad."
"What happened? Did she." he didn't even know how to ask the question, but he needed to know, "Did she do it on purpose?"
"She had been throwing up in the garbage, she never threw up much. She didn't eat much. So we didn't know.But she just. There was a hole, the stomach acid had eaten through her throat. When I found her she was trying to breathe through the blood." Katrina swallowed the lump in her throat and turned, Lucas could hear her footsteps down the hallway.
He was alone, and it stung. He stood up and laid on the bed, perhaps it was his imagination, but it smelled like her. And in a hazy area between reality and dreams he thought that he could feel her hand on his cheek. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to let it in. But he knew it was true, he knew that she was gone. But now, he just wanted to sleep. To forget for a moment.
