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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,155
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Breath of Life....
I must have been standing there for hours, or so it seemed. I kept hearing that voice, and it kept telling me to let her go. But, how can you let the one you love slip through the crevices of your fingers?
You can't.
My hand seemed to ince closer and closer to the button that kept her alive. It was as if I was being pulled into the direction of the Crypt Keeper or something, making the decision that she should live or die. I wanted to believe she would wake up, I prayed for it, I willed it to come, but now matter how much I did all that, it seemed like someone was just standing there, laughing at me.
I was about to lose all hope.
I can't tell you what got into me, but all of a sudden, I found my finger pushing the off button of the Oxygen, and then the heart monitor. I watched as she slowly took her last breath on her own. I died with her. I just stood there in shock. Stood there, hating myself for what I had just done, and hating whatever higher power there was for letting the only thing I loved, be taken away from me.
I was angry at the universe and all that consumed it.
In a rage I began to throw things, beakers, medical tools, machines, you name it. If I could get my hands on it, it would gonna be tossed. I felt the rage boil inside me, hitting me to the very core. I felt my world slowly fall and crash around me. I remember I looked around and there was nothing left to throw, nothing left to break and destroy. I looked and I saw her. Her face so pale, so cold, so clammy. I saw not life in her, no heart beat, not rising and falling of the chest.
What was I to do?
I decided then, and there, that I was not going to let her die on me, even thought technically, she was already dead. I took long strides to her, and lifted her in my arms. I took her into the bed we had to share and land her down, as gently as I could. I stood above her for a few minutes, just thinking of what my next step should be. What the course of action I was going to have to take to make her breath again, and back into my life.
I did the only they I could....I cried.
I knelt down beside her, and I held her limp form in my arms. I told her what she really meant to me. I told her she was the only thing in my life that was good, the only reason I wake up to live another day, and the only reason I fall asleep to see another day. I told her she was the only person in the universe that understood me, and if she left me, I would be completely and utterly alone.
That thought scared the shit out of me.
I must have been standing there for hours, or so it seemed. I kept hearing that voice, and it kept telling me to let her go. But, how can you let the one you love slip through the crevices of your fingers?
You can't.
My hand seemed to ince closer and closer to the button that kept her alive. It was as if I was being pulled into the direction of the Crypt Keeper or something, making the decision that she should live or die. I wanted to believe she would wake up, I prayed for it, I willed it to come, but now matter how much I did all that, it seemed like someone was just standing there, laughing at me.
I was about to lose all hope.
I can't tell you what got into me, but all of a sudden, I found my finger pushing the off button of the Oxygen, and then the heart monitor. I watched as she slowly took her last breath on her own. I died with her. I just stood there in shock. Stood there, hating myself for what I had just done, and hating whatever higher power there was for letting the only thing I loved, be taken away from me.
I was angry at the universe and all that consumed it.
In a rage I began to throw things, beakers, medical tools, machines, you name it. If I could get my hands on it, it would gonna be tossed. I felt the rage boil inside me, hitting me to the very core. I felt my world slowly fall and crash around me. I remember I looked around and there was nothing left to throw, nothing left to break and destroy. I looked and I saw her. Her face so pale, so cold, so clammy. I saw not life in her, no heart beat, not rising and falling of the chest.
What was I to do?
I decided then, and there, that I was not going to let her die on me, even thought technically, she was already dead. I took long strides to her, and lifted her in my arms. I took her into the bed we had to share and land her down, as gently as I could. I stood above her for a few minutes, just thinking of what my next step should be. What the course of action I was going to have to take to make her breath again, and back into my life.
I did the only they I could....I cried.
I knelt down beside her, and I held her limp form in my arms. I told her what she really meant to me. I told her she was the only thing in my life that was good, the only reason I wake up to live another day, and the only reason I fall asleep to see another day. I told her she was the only person in the universe that understood me, and if she left me, I would be completely and utterly alone.
That thought scared the shit out of me.