Catch a falling star, and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away…
Fading slowly into her death, his sun, his moon, his world, held her last thoughts of him. Held his memory dear, and close. Held him in her mind.
And if in fact, she were to die, he would never know of these feelings. He would forever think she never returned his satiated affection. Matter-of-factly. It was true.
Dark swimming pools of blood lined the floor. She was crumpled up against the wall. Desperately, she wanted to see him one last time. She his face. His fine features, illuminated, by the perfection, of sunlight. Have his breathe tickle her neck. Hear his smooth, sultry, voice that was calming. Never drown in his eyes. Never be told just how wonderful she was. Never be saved.
Laughing, almost manically, she thought of the Irony. The Irony of it all. Her parents. Her life. Her love.
Such a powerful emotion. Such, in fact, that Mystery, thought now, how she never really knew love. She never loved anybody. It was such a pointless emotion now. Hate overwhelmed her. Her best friend. It crushed her beating heart, and made her veins run black.
When I wake up…She thought.
But that's impossible. You can't wake up dead.
Dead
The next time her parents saw her, she would be dead. The next time Drake would see her, would be at her funeral. She would be no more.
She couldn't help but think what a waste of a life. If only she could have given it to someone else, who would have really appreciated it.
Off in the distance that seemed miles and miles away. Forever forgotten, she heard knocking. Shouting.
No words, just shouting. A voice that was alien to her. She knew it no more.
As her eyes closed, and she finally gave in, the last thing, those beautiful, glowing, sapphires saw, was an Angel.
"Save me from myself,
Watch me come alive,
Animated and plastic,
Forsaken by life.
As the dark dwells close,
And the end is near,
I am held in your arms,
In the sleepless bough,
Deep with fear.