Chapter Eleven

 “Wait,” he started kissing my head again. I sniffled and looked down at my fingers; I turned them around like a child would and examined them carefully. Gerard looked at me awkwardly and the woman in the background marvelled. There wasn’t any pain. I grabbed his hands and waited, but nothing happened.

“It doesn’t hurt.” My voice was small and child-like; I sniffled again and smiled.

“What do you mean?” he looked at me with fretting eyes, but I ignored his question and tried for his thoughts. Nothing came to mind.

“There’s no more voices, no more pain, I can feel.” I still wasn’t over the shock yet and still didn’t hug Gerard like I really needed to. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer. That was a different pain, one I had never felt before.

“Ouch.” I released myself from his grip and looked down at my wrists; they were bleeding a great deal. He didn’t say a word and grabbed a few paper towels from a shelf and wrapped them around my wrist. The ruff paper tore even more at the raw skin.

“What’s going on?” Gerard wept like a little kid loosing his mother or father.

“I don’t know!” I yelled and fell to my knees. Every emotion I could manage poured from my eyes in the form of tears. Blood was coming from every scratch I had gotten this evening and spilled all over the floor. I didn’t want to die; I wanted to stay right here with Gerard and never leave. I could tell I was on the brink of death when my body started to go cold and Gerard started screaming at the lady to pick up the phone and call 911. My body lay cold and silent on the floor. My vision was going out, finally leaving me and all feeling was gone. Gerard knelt down next to me and caressed my cold face in his warm hands. I wished I could see his face one last time.

“Please don’t leave me, Ava, I love you don’t leave me.” I couldn’t respond to his words because my lips didn’t work. Suddenly, I couldn’t smell or breathe. My lugs struggled for air, but nothing came to. I could feel my heart stopping; with every agonizing beat it died even more. Eyes, open and glazed over, I struggled to squeeze his hand one more time.

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