Post by lucytayler on Jun 28, 2007 20:46:36 GMT -5
Author Name: Lucy T
Story Title: Short #2
Genre: romance/drama
Rating: 2 stars
Synopsis: just read it..
I leant forward and took a deep breath, in an attempt to relieve the pain in my back. Nothing seemed to work; I can only live through the agony and wait for that spontaneous moment to come and take me back to reality and feel like the twenty four year old I should feel like today.
I pulled the music out of my ears and turned up the volume on the cheap TV box in front of my bed. My head tilt, and the fever building on my forehead that turned into beads of sweat, cooled as they ran over my brow. A smile became my lips as I watch the 2 tiny people above my feet trying to act out a romance scene.
My eyes sting from the tears welling and disappearing again, in the cold of this winter night. The walls are solid and the bed has no creaks. The air was still and my heart was so quiet, I’m sure I could have died, but there is no way of telling.
My eyes return to focus on the screen, and I watch in fascination as the couple have a silent moment. My hand smooths up my bare arm, and rests upon my shoulder. Close my eyes and see my hands sliding up his arms. His skin is tense, but warm and soft. I close my eyes for a moment, and am lost to the world, under his spell. My face has lost all expression and I just stare into him with all silences.
The woman on the screen in wailing now; It seems the movie has moved on without me, and something awful is happening. I turn it off in fear of losing this feeling I am holding onto.
Dragging my hand to my face, I let my cold fingers warm on my cheek, and he’s back with me. He feels his fingers along my jaw, and breaths across my chest.
“Jacob” I whisper, and he clenches my fingers in his palms and kisses me. He lets go and runs his fingertips across my knees and down to my ankles.
A computer monitor beside my bed began to signal a loud beeping, and objects on the screen were flashing in all sorts. I felt sick and starving. My pulse had returned and the blood was driving through every part of me. I felt like I was on fire, and I’d just set off the smoke alarms. Within seconds a doctor and three nurses burst through the door to extinguish me.
They tried, and they tried. An oxygen mask was put on my face, while a nurse checked my pulse, and another one began giving me CPR. Tubes with needles on the end stuck into every inch of my body. Tubes in my nose and bandages on my legs; bags of blood and liquid catalyst drugs on drips hung off a pole beside my bed. My face was purple with bruising and red with deep infectious scratches. One of my arms was in a cast and there were stitches running like train tracks right around my torso.
“No” I tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound. I cried.
“We’re losing her” I heard a nurse say, just before Jacob came through the door.
He walked through the people around my bed and kissed my forehead. He was glowing. And he put out my fire.
I pulled off the oxygen mask and the needles out of my skin. Sat up and looked down at myself lying still on the bed. One nurse held the cross hanging off her neck, prayed to god, and another looked at his watch and wrote the time on the clipboard at the end of my bed. The doctor pulled a sheet over me, and turned off the computer monitor.
“At least her boyfriend is there” said the praying nurse.
Jacobs hand rest on my shoulder and my eyes move back to his.
“I’ve missed you” He said.
Story Title: Short #2
Genre: romance/drama
Rating: 2 stars
Synopsis: just read it..
I leant forward and took a deep breath, in an attempt to relieve the pain in my back. Nothing seemed to work; I can only live through the agony and wait for that spontaneous moment to come and take me back to reality and feel like the twenty four year old I should feel like today.
I pulled the music out of my ears and turned up the volume on the cheap TV box in front of my bed. My head tilt, and the fever building on my forehead that turned into beads of sweat, cooled as they ran over my brow. A smile became my lips as I watch the 2 tiny people above my feet trying to act out a romance scene.
My eyes sting from the tears welling and disappearing again, in the cold of this winter night. The walls are solid and the bed has no creaks. The air was still and my heart was so quiet, I’m sure I could have died, but there is no way of telling.
My eyes return to focus on the screen, and I watch in fascination as the couple have a silent moment. My hand smooths up my bare arm, and rests upon my shoulder. Close my eyes and see my hands sliding up his arms. His skin is tense, but warm and soft. I close my eyes for a moment, and am lost to the world, under his spell. My face has lost all expression and I just stare into him with all silences.
The woman on the screen in wailing now; It seems the movie has moved on without me, and something awful is happening. I turn it off in fear of losing this feeling I am holding onto.
Dragging my hand to my face, I let my cold fingers warm on my cheek, and he’s back with me. He feels his fingers along my jaw, and breaths across my chest.
“Jacob” I whisper, and he clenches my fingers in his palms and kisses me. He lets go and runs his fingertips across my knees and down to my ankles.
A computer monitor beside my bed began to signal a loud beeping, and objects on the screen were flashing in all sorts. I felt sick and starving. My pulse had returned and the blood was driving through every part of me. I felt like I was on fire, and I’d just set off the smoke alarms. Within seconds a doctor and three nurses burst through the door to extinguish me.
They tried, and they tried. An oxygen mask was put on my face, while a nurse checked my pulse, and another one began giving me CPR. Tubes with needles on the end stuck into every inch of my body. Tubes in my nose and bandages on my legs; bags of blood and liquid catalyst drugs on drips hung off a pole beside my bed. My face was purple with bruising and red with deep infectious scratches. One of my arms was in a cast and there were stitches running like train tracks right around my torso.
“No” I tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound. I cried.
“We’re losing her” I heard a nurse say, just before Jacob came through the door.
He walked through the people around my bed and kissed my forehead. He was glowing. And he put out my fire.
I pulled off the oxygen mask and the needles out of my skin. Sat up and looked down at myself lying still on the bed. One nurse held the cross hanging off her neck, prayed to god, and another looked at his watch and wrote the time on the clipboard at the end of my bed. The doctor pulled a sheet over me, and turned off the computer monitor.
“At least her boyfriend is there” said the praying nurse.
Jacobs hand rest on my shoulder and my eyes move back to his.
“I’ve missed you” He said.
