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The path to death

Chapter 2: She's dead

Blossom stared at the image in front of her for a few more seconds and then shut her eyes. She tried to convince herself that it was just a nightmare. "Please, let me wake up!" she prayed. But it wasn't. The awful smell of blood that filled the air and her lungs was as real as it could get. And she was sure that what she saw was real as well.

She felt despair taking over, but she managed to calm down a little bit. She took a deep breath and counted to ten. Then she slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by the same image that had made her heart stop just a few moments ago. This time she managed to keep her cool. With the price of a huge emotional effort she moved from the sink that she had used to keep her balance.

She took a few steps towards the stall that had its door wide open now. As she got closer the image of the one inside got clearer and clearer by the second. She stopped for a few moments and shut her eyes tightly. Again she counted to ten and reopened them. Her vision was blurred. She blinked a few times. Then she looked forward.

She felt tears coming to her eyes. She wasn't sure that her heart was still working. She felt like falling to pieces. She tried to shut her eyes again, but couldn't. She couldn't accept it even if it was right in front of her. "Please, no." She whispered to no one in particular.

But it was still there and it wouldn't go away. It was real and she felt that it was killing her. She took a few steps forward and stopped at the entrance. She fought hard no to break down on the spot and cry.

There, on the toilet, was her dear friend, Bell. She had her head leaning on the wall behind her so Blossom couldn't really see her face. Her thin legs were widely spread and her pale blue jeans, along with her white underwear, had fallen off and were now only covering her a little above her ankles. Her right arm hung, severely twisted, behind her back. It was obvious that it was broken. The other arm was also twisted behind her back but this one was not hanging loosely, but it was blocked between the wall and the toilet, therefore providing some kind of support for the frail body.

Blossom looked at her friend for several minutes. The more she stared at the blood covered figure the more her heart was filled with horror. She couldn't believe it. What could've done something like this to her? What monster could've hurt her dear angel in such a way?

She took a deep breath and slowly walked into the cabin. She took a closer look at the white haired girl. But now her hair wasn't exactly white as it was stained with her own blood, giving it a ruby shade. The usually serene milky orbs were now closed and her pale face was colored in red from the blood that escaped a big gash which was on her left cheek.

But what caught Blossom's attention was the girl's abdomen. Her shirt had been practically ripped off. The pale color of her bare skin contrasted with the dark shade of the blood which continued to flow out of her wounds.

The red head's eyes fell on the wounds. There was a long vertical one which had been made in the middle of her torso, from between her breasts to a little lower than her stomach. The other cut was shorter, but much deeper. It was made horizontally, exactly under her breasts.

The second wound was the source of most of the blood that continued to run down the girl's body. Blossom slowly reached her hand to try and stop the hemorrhage. It didn't work. The blood ran between her fingers like she was holding a sponge in her hand.

She wiped her hands of blood using her white tank top. Then she took Bell's head in her hand, slowly bringing it in a normal position. She heard a weak moan escaping the girl's lips. Blossom's heart skipped a beat. At first she couldn't decide whether it was just the air coming out of a dead body or if it was a sound made by a living being. She couldn't help but hope.

"Bell?" she whispered almost unable to talk.

"Bell?" she asked again. She gently touched her face with her fingers. The girl's skin was hot, like she had spent too much time in the sun. She touched the bruise on the girl's cheek. She felt the bones move under the pressure of her hand.

With her hand shaking and very scared of what she could feel, the red head searched for a pulse. She felt something weak. But she wasn't sure if it was just her own emotion or if it was really the life running through the white headed girl's veins.

Blossom closed her eyes concentrating. She had to distinguish the two feelings. She sat in silence trying to feel the other girl's life.

Suddenly, without any warning, the girl's body started to violently shake, leaning forward. This made Blossom slip and fall on the cold floor. The girl's body started to bleed even more. The red head desperately tried to get up. Bell's body was overwhelmed by convulsions.

The floor was now very slippery because all of the blood. Blossom couldn't find any way to support herself in order to escape from under the girl's body.

After many failed attempts, the red head managed to get free. She grabbed Bell by the shoulders and turned her around so she would face her. She took the girl's head in her lap trying to stop her convulsions.

Then, as fast as they had begun, the convulsions stopped. It took Blossom several seconds to realize what happened. She looked at Bell's bruised face and then at her closed eyes. She stared at her for several moments, too sacred to move.

After a few long seconds that felt like an eternity, Blossom leaned over the other girl's body. She brought her ear to the girl's mouth. She tried to hear the sound of her breathing. She bit her lip trying to concentrate, praying that she'd hear even the faintest of breaths. She couldn't hear a thing.

Fear and horror filled her mind. Now it was worse than the first time she had seen her there. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would burst out of her chest in any moment. She felt tears forming in her eyes, her vision being blurred by them.

She closed her eyes refusing to cry. "She's not dead!" a voice in her mind said. She listened to it. She wasn't about to let her friend die. She opened her eyes and looked at the girl in her lap.

She began to rhythmically press her hands on her chest in an attempt to bring the girl's heart back to life. It didn't work. Blossom didn't give up.

The red head grabbed Bell's nose and blew air in her mouth. The girl's chest raised a little, but that was all. Blossom tried again. This time wasn't any better. She spit the blood that was filling her mouth the taste almost making her throw up.

She continued to try. She couldn't give up. Her best friend was in her arms, dying. She wouldn't allow something like that. She continued to blow air into the girl's body for several minutes.

The fact of Bell's death was conquering her mind like a deadly disease. She didn't want to accept it, but as the seconds passed it became as clear as day light.

"No! There's still life in her!" she thought. "It has to be!" her heart cried.

She tried an electrical shock. She waited a second and checked her pulse. Nothing. She tried again. She got the same result.

"No! Please no!" she pleaded in her mind.

She looked down at her friend to see the girl's pale figure. She felt the warmth of her body and she couldn't help but hope.

But her hopes were quickly blown away as she heard all the air exiting her friend's lungs and saw a little stream of urine leaving her body.

Her heart sunk. She felt like someone had stabbed her in the heart with a very sharp knife.

There, in that spot, the time stopped for the red head. Her brain took several minutes to analyze what had just happened. The conclusion hit her like a big, hot fire ball, after what seemed like an eternity.

She allowed her tears to leave her eyes and run down her pale cheeks. A small sob escaped her lips before...

"BEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!" she screamed her friend's name at the top of her lungs.

She was dead.

That's it! Chapter two. It wasn't so bad, now was it? I hope you liked it.

Oh, and now that you read this chapter I want to ask you something. Do you think that I should change the rating to "M"? 'Cause I'm not done with this kind of stuff. Please tell me what you think!

See ya' in Chapter 3!