Skrevet: sø. 29 nov. 2009, 17:06 Emne: Love Like Blood (av Nightmare)
Jeg ble sittende oppe en kveld å se på Grey's Anatomy, og da jeg sovnet drømte jeg en ganske syk drøm, litt inspirert av den episoden + twilight. Så da ble denne historien til. Legger ut litt og litt, for er ikke ferdig med den enda.
I read the newspaper the next day. It was still unbelivable. He couldn't be here, in the death annonces. My best friend Jim had been in a car accident. He had passed away. All because of a shitty drunk driver, with his brain in his ass. I wished it was just a bad, bad dream...
Me and Jim had just begun to go out. Barely a week ago, we went to the movies, celebrating my 19th birthday. Not that I felt that it was something to celebrate. "Do you want me to follow you home?" he asked when the romantic comedy was finnished. "Yeah, sure" I answared, and my cheeks blushed red. I couldn't deny it anymore, I was in love. He had noticed the redness in my face, and smiled towards me. "What?" I asked, but I already knew exactly what. "Nothing.." he said, still smiling. And then he took my hand, and led me out the door. _________________
Sist endret av Nightmare sø. 29 nov. 2009, 21:02, totalt endret 2 ganger
"You look beautiful today, Mary" he said, completly out of the blue. I looked down. I was wearing my favorite, purple tank top, a leather jacket, black pants and my new purple Converse shoes. I let my blonde curles hide my face, because he had just made me blush, again. "Uhm, thanks.." I mumbled, still looking down. He stopped walking, and was suddenly in front of me. He lifted my chin, and smiled again.
"You are so cute when you turn all red" he said, and let out a little laugh. " Oh, stop it" I said, and pushed him lightly against his shoulder. But I couldn't hold back my laughter. _________________
"Well, this is it" he said, and stopped in front of my front door. Jim was really beautiful today. His black hair was laid to the side, and was really messy. Just the way i liked it to be. His blue eyes were bright and smiling all the time. I couldn't help staring at him. "What?" he said, when he saw me, just standing beside him, staring. "You're sort of beautiful. Well, not just sort of.. You ARE beautiful" I said, still staring. "Awh, Mary, you almost make me blush now.." Then he lifted my chin, and slowly, he leaned against me. My whole body was trembling, when I knew what was about to happen. Then, finally, his lips met mine. He was so warm, so perfect. I lifted my hands and placed them on his neck, pushing him aginst me. He had his arms around my waist, holding me thightly. But then he suddenly stopped. _________________
"I forgot all about this.." he mumbled, and picked up a little red box from his pocket. "Happy birthday!" he said, smiling, while he held out the little, obvious jewlery box out to me. "Nono, you shouldn't have.." I said, and my cheeks burned, after that intense kiss. "Please, just open it!" he said. I couldn't stand his cute puppy eyes, so I took the box and gently opened it.
It was a beautiful silver bracelet, with a little plate with the carvings: "forever". "Look, I got one for myself to!" he said, and showed me the bracelet on his arm, with the same word on it. "Forever.." I whispered, and looked amazed at it. "It's perfect. Thank you!" I said, and jumped at him, in a big hug. I didn't let him go for after a minute, but when I did, I asked "Do you wanna come in and eat something? I'll bet that even people in Australia can hear your tummy rumble." I laughed jokingly. "Uhm, yeah.. That would be great" he said and laughed back. _________________
yay! _________________ ADVARSEL: kan plutselig endre from norwegian to english xD
Sparks will fly, beneath the Luna alight
Lazarus at Frankenstein’s,
Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.
A little we die, above the lesser light
for you I'm open wide,
Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.
"I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it."
- Jasper Withlock Hale -- Twilight
My apartment was really messy, but Jim didn't seem to mind at all. And it still smelled painting all over the place, after I painted this place in deep purple two weeks ago. After living here with a ugly yellow coloured livingroom, a year, you get really sick. "This place is.. It's really you" he said, and looked around. "Should I take that as a compliment?" I asked, and he just smiled back. "Ofcourse, you're awesome. So that makes this place awesome." I could hear his tummy rumble again. "Feeding time?" I asked and took his hand to lead him into the small kitchen. "What's on the menu?" he asked, and sat down at the table. "Well.. Uhm.. I've got pizza.. Or some cereals.. Egg's.. Bacon.. Apples.. And.. Yeah, that's all." I said, while looking through all of my shelfs and the refrigiator. _________________
"I think I have to go now. I don't have the advantage of living alone, so my mom will get worried soon. The clock is almost at midnight." he said, after we've eaten some eggs and bacon, and watched a movie. "I understand" I said, and smiled at him while i looked deep into his bright blue eyes. Then he leaned against me and kissed me on my forehead. "See you tomorrow" he said and smiled at me before he walked out the door.
But I didn't see him again. It all happened so fast, I didn't understand. One moment I was totally in love and the next it felt like I didn't have a heart at all. It's like my heart had died when Jim did. I couldn't feel anything. There was nothing. My friends kept calling me, but I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. And I really did not want to hear any condolences or hearing that it will be okay. It won't be okay. I'll never get my best friend or my heart back.
The days passed and I layed on my bed, as always, looking out the window and at the stars on the black nighttime sky. Wondering if Jim was out there. If he could see me. I just wished I could see him. Touch him. Hear his voice again... I'd fallen asleep, but I waked up fast, hearing the doorbell ring. I looked out the window. The stars were gone and the sun had rised. I'd been sleeping longer then I thought, obviously. I got up and throwed on a t-shirt and pyjamas pants. I walked through the mess on the floor and to the door. I hadn't done anything in the apartment since the accident. It looked like a pig had been living here. _________________