Take a chance, Take your shoes off, Dance in the rain...
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"Miss Gray! We DO NOT use the "shut up" word in this classroom!" Mrs. T. yelled angrily at me.
I grinned sheepishly, "Won't happen again Mrs. T.! I promise!" She smiled kindly and went back to grading papers.
"Yeah, Marie. such foul words from such a small mouth." S.K whispered from behind me. I cringed. He was an absolute bastard! The bell rang & I praised God happily skipping to my next class, algebra.
HE.
WAS.
THERE!
For the next half hour I endured annoyance beyond comprehension. Brendon would glance my way every now and then, concern (and...pain?) in his purple irises and I would give him a small, somewhat reassuring, smile in return.
S.K followed me for the next four classes, I was beginning to think maybe faking sick would be a good idea. Maybe I could fake sick, go home and beg Mom and Dad to take me to another far away school, like Alaska, that would be nice.
We were in English class happily working in groups of two on 'Romeo and Juliet' when I had noticed something. Brendon looked pallor. Well, worse than usual. His skin was a snowy white and his eyes looked heavy.
"Brendon? Brendon, are you alright? You look sick." I commented, my voice laced with concern. He gave a sharp nod.
"Yeah...I'm fine...Let's keep working..." He picked up his pen with trembling fingers. I grabbed his hand. It was ice. I shivered at the touch and pulled away quickly.
"You need to go see the nurse. Go get a pass from Mr. Tramline." I commanded worriedly. He shook his head 'no'.
"I told you...I'm fine...It's just a little cold in here. You don't have to worry." He gave a pained smile and went back to writing in his copybook. I sighed knowing I couldn't change his mind and went back to my work as well. Did he always take such deep breaths?
"Okay. I think Romeo's tragic flaw is that he's too impulsive. It seems logical doesn't it Brendon? The examples are fairly obvious too. He fell too quickly for Rosaline, then he claims to love Juliet and-"
"Please, his tragic flaw is that he's emo." S.K calls from behind me. The hairs on my neck went up. "He cries like a baby over Rosaline, and then he acts like there's no life besides Juliet, and then he kills himself. He's like the O.E.K, original emo kid. He's why your pet is the way he is." He glanced a Brendon. "I mean this dude looks like he's starving himself." He laughed at his horrible attempt at a joke.
"Shut up S.K, you're not in the least bit funny." I scolded him. "Go away. No one wants you here." He bent down to my ear, his icy breath chilling it.
"I'm not leaving anytime soon. Get used to it." He whispered coolly. "I'm so starving...We're so starving..." His voice scared me. It was gentle but you could feel the malice hidden behind it. He sat back up in his chair and continued working. I sat there dumbfolded.
Brendon shook me out of my reverie. He lurched over, his hand placed over his heart, panting for air as he did so.
"Brendon!?" I jumped out of my chair and ran to his aid. Mr. Tramline not far behind. Brendon fell off the chair and into my arms gasping, begging for air. It was as if he was trapped underwater for an extended amount of time and just emerged to the surface. His body twitched and convulsed like it was trying to force something out of him.
"Set him down on the ground Maria!" Mr. Tramline commanded. I willingly set him down on the ground, belly up, but kept his head in my lap refusing to let go.
I felt something warm slide southward on my face. Tears. I was crying. A northern downpour of tears where making themselves welcome on Brendon's smooth icy face.
Mr. Tramline called the ambulance, people were talking around me, petrified of the scene unfolding before them. His perfect fingers clutched again and his body shook once more. Suddenly, all the talking ceased. Were my sobs of agony really that loud? I hadn't noticed in the mixture of pandamonium. It finally clicked why they had become so silent. A small, pained voice spoke. A voice so unlike his.
"Mar'i..." he gasped his body convulsing. "Do...Do you know... what I'm seeing?" He asked slowly. I shook my head.
"A woman..dressed in blue...and she's on the sea..." he coughed blood. "She's...a handsome..a handsome..woman.." I would have laughed had the vision not been so terrifing.
"I also see.." he heaved more crimson liquid. "...Satan...That green gentleman.." he tried to snicker...Key word is tried. it came out more like a hoarse gasp. " He's envious...Envious that...I have friends...in holy spaces." he offered a painful half smile, his body getting colder. "The one in blue..she's smiling...Laughing, it sounds like..."he gagged. "wind chimes...it's a...warm welcoming laugh... Behind the sea...I see..peaceful light..." He looked up curiously. "...I'm going...to die...aren't I?"
"No. No. I..I p-promise you...Why aren't...y-y-ou healing yourself." My voiced cracked, coming out in a whisper and I felt a lump deep in my throat form.
"I...I..don't...Know...I try...and..it..makes it...hurt worse.." He wheezed.
Suddenly people were pushing my love away from me. People in white. They took his cold body away from my warm own. They placed him on a hospital gurney and hauled him away, the class following behind and part of my heart going with them.
I felt numb. I couldn't cry anymore. My tear ducts, having been dried out. So I just released pained whimpers.
"Bring him back.." I whispered painfully. "Bring my love back to me...please..."
I heard a noise then. Laughter. It reminded me of a piano; it sounded beautifully melodically evil. I looked up to see S.K laughing by the door, his sunglasses shining brightly.
The piano knows something I don't know. And I will find out what that is.
"Mar'i! Come on! Brendon is in trouble!" April runs through the back door, her purple hair flying about behind her black headband, tears down her eyes as well. She lifts me up and we run as fast as we could to her brothers aid.
When we arrived at the hospital I shivered at the smell of latex and sterilizers. Hospitals gave me the creeps. There's only one good memory about the hospital.
My first kiss.
-FLASHBACK-
It was the first time in my life I saw him without the band loving thing going on. He was in a long sleeve black shirt with baggy jeans and his black vans. The first two buttons of his shirt was undone and he smelled like axe. He had another dozen blood red roses in his hand making him look like he was going on a date with the linoleum floor which he was currently knelt down on, his raven head looking down.
"I can't believe she's not here." I heard him whisper to himself over and over.
"Who's not where?" I ask from the bathroom doorway. His head whips around and he stares at me. I don't blame him. I mean if I just saw a 14 year old girl in ducky flannel pajamas I'd stare too.
"MARIE!!" he yells happily and scoops me up into his painful embrace. I decide to change my tactics a bit considering I was supposed to be asleep.
"Um…I can't really….. Breathe right now….I mean not…. that you'd care or…any…thing" His grip loosens. "What are you doing here anyway, I thought you hated me?" He blushes and becomes extremely nervous.
"Well, I uh, um, w-w-anted t-t-o make s-sure your ok." He voice is very shaky.
"But you came in today to do that." I replied. Only then did I realize how close together we are. Our noses where almost touching.
"I know but….." He trails off and his eyes widen. I think he noticed how close we are too. I look up into his amethyst eyes staring at them in wonder. They are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life and I think I was becoming lost in them. He stares into my sapphire eyes as well. I'm beginning to think that April is right about her brother liking me. 'Well' I told myself, 'Only one way to find out.' And I closed the gap between us.
I was in a state of pure bliss when my lips touched his. At first he didn't respond but a few seconds afterward he was kissing me with such passion I thought I might explode from happiness. His tongue pried open my mouth and I willingly let him in as our tongues battled heatedly he ran his hands down my back and my toyed with his hair. Heaven and Euphoria, I felt like I was in air. We part for needs of oxygen and as I touch my now bruised lips, he looks down at my feet.
"Mar...Um…you're floating." I laugh thinking it was a joke but the look in his lavender eyes made me question if it was so I look down with him.
"I'm floating!?" and sure enough my feet were two inches off the ground. But suddenly I drop to my feet.
"Care to explain?" He looks at me. I haven't a clue to why I floated so I shrug.
"Maybe we're both just tired." He looks like he's going to argue but just let's go of me and heads towards the door.
"So what does that make us?" He asks.
"Pardon me?" I'm completely confused. I grip my locket once more out of habit.
"We just kissed. Well um.." he blushes "We did a little more than kiss, so, I'm wondering, what does that make us?" He questions again.
"It makes us boyfriend and girlfriend I guess. I—I mean i- if you want to be." I say back a blush making its way to my cheeks. He walks over to me and bends down so he's eye level with me. Darn the height difference! He places a butterfly kiss on my cheek and pulls away my blush upgrading from pink to bright red.
"I'd like that." He walks over to the door again and opens it "The doctor said they'll let you out tomorrow so I'll see ya in school on Monday Shortie." With that he closes the door behind him.
-END FLASHBACK-
That was a turning point for everything. I had went to April's house that Friday after met who I know call team mates, was reunited with my father, went on a whirlwind adventure and finally returned home with my mother.
But now, the only feeling I got from this was despair. We ran through corridor after corridor, myself almost flying, to find Brendon.
We ran into a waiting room where we found Mr. and Mrs. Logan holding onto each other, Mrs. Logan had tear stains on her cheek and Mr. Logan was trying not to let any salty water droplets loose.
"Mom! Dad! Is he okay?" April's strained voice reached my ears. Mrs. Logan's aubergine eyes looked downward and fresh tears made their way into her eyes.
"April, you might want to sit down." A deep voice spoke sadly. I look up to see my own father. His ocean eyes troubled. April did as ordered and my mother walked over and kneeled before her speaking in hushed tones to her.
April was as mad as rabbits.
she wailed loudly clinging to my mother for dear life, most likely staining her shirt. Her shoulders shook violently and I turned away from the pained scene.
I just noticed how crowded this small room was. Wally, Jazz and their parents stood in a corner nervously talking with one another; Miki sat upon her mother's lap holding her father's broad hand in her long slender one, her eyes distant; Terrance Harper stood pacing nervously by the vending machine, his mother expressionless as always and his father looked on nervously at the clock. It was nine in the afternoon. Had time really flown that quickly?
The room was almost silent aside from Terrance's pacing and April's sobs. A doctor finally emerged from a nearby pair of doors, scanning the room quickly.
"Marie Gray?" He asks I step forward hesitantly, he smelled of salty metal, latex, and sterilizer(like the rest of the hospital). The salty metal scent I identified as blood. "He wants to speak with you alone." He says and opens the door he came through I follow through silently. He leads me to a door and leaves me. My hands tremble as I turn the handle and push the door open softly.
I almost cried.
Tubes hung from him like a spider's intricate web. I walked over and his eyes gently opened. He gave me a slow pained smile.
"Hey." I smiled slightly and paused for a bit staring at his perfection. Even this close to death he looked like a god.
"How's it... going.. Mar'i? How... are they?" He asked, still gasping. I walked to the edge of the bed and intertwined our fingers.
"They aren't taking it so well, April especially. But I don't understand why, I mean after all, you are going to live." I gave an empty laugh. Trying to convince myself. "You're too strong to die on a stupid hospital gurney. You wouldn't leave me either. You promised yourself to me for an eternity. See?! The ring! You promised...You promised..." I sobbed lightly and his icy hand glided up from my hand to my cheek wiping the tears away.
"I was...going..to die...eventually...whether...It was now...or when I became 86..It's inevitable," He spoke softly, "I'm..not..going to lie..I'll be...gone...very soon...Forgive-" He wheezed heavily as blood spewed from his mouth. I ran over and wiped his mouth clean of his O- blood cells. And he gave me a small smile. His amethyst eyes sparkling with pain and gratefulness. "-Forgive me...for not...keeping my promise..." His icy trembling hand reached under my chin and he pulled my face close to his. I could smell the metallic bloody scent on his breath but I could care less.
"I...want..to quote...Shake..Shakespear...for...you..." He whispered as if we weren't alone. He stared deeply into my sapphire eyes. He connected his soft cold lips to my warm own in a chaste manner, him savoring every moment of it as was I. He pulled away.
"'Thus...with a kiss...I die..'"
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Credit to: Panic at the disco/ William Shakespear's 'Romeo and Juliet.'