~Dedicated to my sweet big sister Tinklebella~
Chapter
Five
Back in that white room… tied down this time… for “random
outbursts of psychotic rage.” Well of course, I was furious. Hyde had gone way
too far this time. I hate being in hospitals, no good TV. Nothing but news. And
being tied down, I’m trapped here with him… I hate him. I just wish he would
die. I’ve been stuck in here with him for four days. When will this end?
God the news is so boring, but I might as well watch.
There’s nothing else on. And it’s all the same thing over and over again. Some
poor old lady got ripped off in a credit scam, a car thief is on the loose, a
dog got ran over, war in other countries, a dead girl found at the bottom of a
river. A river that was in waking distance from the hospital.
I was about to turn off the TV all together but they
showed a picture of the girl. My face was the one to turn white this time. The
girl in the river, it was Nicole…
“About frickin’ time! It was a waste of life anyways!”
Hyde blurted out. I was too stunned to even yell back at him.
Nicole…she…jumped…I can’t believe it…
The reporter introduced a witness and he said that he saw
Nicole standing on the railing of the bridge, staring at the water, muttering
something that he couldn’t hear. He was about to call out to her but she began
to climb down from the rail but stopped and began coughing uncontrollably. He
rushed over to her to help but her foot slipped out from under as she coughed,
causing her to fall off and into the water.
“I’m glad the sick abomination is
dead! One less freak in the world.” That was the last straw. I shook the bed
violently, rocking it back and forth as I tried to break free from the
restraints. Tugging at the restraint once more with all the strength I had, I
flipped the bed over, hitting my head when it crashed. The last thing I saw
before blacking out was a stampede of nurses rushing into the room.
She was the love of my life. My entire world
revolved around her. Everything was perfect. Well, until that day came. The day
everything changed. The day I lost my life.
In
the five years that I knew her, we were together for three of those years. And
in those five years we only had one single fight. And that was the only fight
we would ever have. That was the last fight we could ever have. And that night,
that god forsaken night, was my last chance to tell her I loved her, and it’s
all his fault…
Most
couples wouldn’t even consider that a fight, just a disagreement; but for us,
it was a fight, and we never even had a chance to make up… I hate Hyde. I want
to kill him. I want him gone for good, and soon I will make that a reality.
Two
months have passed since that night, and Hyde has done nothing but insult
Nicole’s memory. I’m sick and tired of it. I’ve been living day by day as a
sloth, if you call this living. I haven’t left the dorm once. Skipping class
every day and staying in bed. Dad stopped by one day though. It almost made me
smile, but he brought a shrink with him…he told me I should write about my
feelings. Use writing as an outlet. So here I am. Laying here in bed with a
computer, typing this, crying all the while.
I
miss her so much. With every letter I type, every word the crosses the page, I
can see her standing there beside me, smiling at me with that simple but honest
smile of hers. The smile I fell in love with. Even now, she’s standing beside
me, still smiling. Her lips move as if to say, “I love you Jasper,” but nothing
comes out. I will never hear those words from her again.
“No,
you won’t. So shut up and suck it up. The freak is dead, get over it!” I’m done
with him. That is the last thing Hyde will ever say.
Even
though I tried killing myself back in high school, Dad still thought that it
would be a good idea to give me a gun as a graduation present. He said it was
for “protection”, be was the only one that truly understood how I felt, because
he also has someone else living in his head. We both knew what that gun was
really for because before I moved out he hugged me really tight and told me, “I
love you, son.” And it wasn’t one of those going off to college hugs I got from
Mom. It was as if I was leaving for war.
The
gun is loaded and sits next to me as I type. My doctor thinks I’m venting my
feelings, but this is actually my goodbye. I love you Nicole.
That
idiot. He actually believed a bullet to the head would kill me! Yeah it put me
in the hospital for seven frickin’ months but I’m here to stay! Now the two
freaks can be together forever in hell while I have my fun. And oh look, his
dad is here. And so is his gun.
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