He was vomiting blood.
The blood fell down his chest like a waterfall. If I go to him now, then Alex will be mad and reject me. If I don't, then it would loook like I don't love him. And I do, with all me heart. Just like I once loved Alex and still do.
Alex or Julian.
Raven or Hana.
The Wilds or Portland.
Love or life.
It was all so delirious. Images of my life flash infront of eyes and my vision begins to blacken around the edges. The world seems to be spinning out of rotation and all I can hear is my name being called by some foriegn voice. No. Not foriegn, I know this voice. That voice told me stories before bed. That voice said to be dead. That voice belonged for a person that I have loved.
Without knowing, soon i am on the ground, fallen. That voice gets more and more urgent, calling my name again and again.
It's getting hard to see now, and there are rough hands that cup my face.
"Lena," the voice whispers.
I open my eyes a slit and see her.
I could see the resemblance in which we shared. Her hair is same brown shade as mine, though her's are graying at the roots. Her lips are more plump than mine, but we have the same cut and shape. It's the eyes that pinged the most. A mix of brown and hazel at the same time. Hard and soft. Knowing and confused. She opens her mouth to speak but closes it again, my cue.
"Mother?" I say, my voice cracking of the lump that still hasn't disolved.
She nods and her eyes gloss with tears beginning to take shape. I force myself to sit up. We sit across from each other. we stare at each other. I want to hug her, tell her I love her, but at the same time, I want to scream at her, ask her why she had to leave Rachel and me with Aunt Carol. Suddenly, the hurt feeling inside me changes into something more stronger. So strong, it brings to my feet and I glare down at Mother.
She looks at me in confusement. Everybody does.
I no longer care. About anything at all.
Not Alex, or Julian.
Not Hana, or Raven.
Not Portland, or The Wilds.
Not life, not love.
Nothing mattered more than it already had. Nothing had, or ever will anymore.
Inside me, my heart explodes. Shattering. Crushing. And just like that, i will be born again. But this time, on my own. Without anybody to be there watching me.
I stare at everybody, glaring at them. Everyone here had something that scarred me, in my life before, or now. They all had the right to be hated. All of them.
I turn at my heal, and sprint.
Ready to be born again.