Needforspeed2
Ambulance sirens rang in the distance, she laid in silent rain drops. Streams of blood poured out from every gash, she smiled at the sight. She tried to move her legs, she was paralysed; she tried to move her arms, they ached.
She wanted to die, 'cause of the pain; she wanted to live a little longer to hear her jaan's voice, or perhaps just to see him one more time.
She looked at the healed gashes that lay on her wrist for him; "Yes", she thought, "I do love him."
She wondered if he felt the pain she was going through, they were always that kind of psychic; or if he was too busy with the new girl that he hung around his shoulder. Her heart agonised more than her blood squirting wounds.
She picked up her cell phone, called her father to come to the hospital; he worried about the car instead, she amused.
She thought of how she used to be his favourite daughter, always giving her side when the mother decided for the beating.
She called her love, he didn't pick up.
She called him again, but this time she felt drained and wanted to just simply let go. Not being able to decipher what hurt more, were it the gashes or his new girl friend.
The sirens came to a halt, she felt as though she was falling deeper and deeper. They picked her up and put her on the stretcher.
The phone fell from her hand and shattered on the ground; "Newton's third law and gravitational pull", she thought.
She didn't understand why, but she missed her mother a lot. She wanted to be the child hugging her mother to sleep with a pacifier in her mouth.
She died saying,
'I'm sorry.'
She wanted to die, 'cause of the pain; she wanted to live a little longer to hear her jaan's voice, or perhaps just to see him one more time.
She looked at the healed gashes that lay on her wrist for him; "Yes", she thought, "I do love him."
She wondered if he felt the pain she was going through, they were always that kind of psychic; or if he was too busy with the new girl that he hung around his shoulder. Her heart agonised more than her blood squirting wounds.
She picked up her cell phone, called her father to come to the hospital; he worried about the car instead, she amused.
She thought of how she used to be his favourite daughter, always giving her side when the mother decided for the beating.
She called her love, he didn't pick up.
She called him again, but this time she felt drained and wanted to just simply let go. Not being able to decipher what hurt more, were it the gashes or his new girl friend.
The sirens came to a halt, she felt as though she was falling deeper and deeper. They picked her up and put her on the stretcher.
The phone fell from her hand and shattered on the ground; "Newton's third law and gravitational pull", she thought.
She didn't understand why, but she missed her mother a lot. She wanted to be the child hugging her mother to sleep with a pacifier in her mouth.
She died saying,
'I'm sorry.'
Comments
I'm sorry if you're hurting.
All the best.
and i know you'll say YO dude... its just something which i wrote it has nothing to do with reality.... chalo i belive you .... (-_-)
per anyways i like...
How her emotional pain took over her physical injuries was heartrending. good job,kiddo.