Catching The GaurdianA Story by Erica NicholeOkay so this isnt the one i wanted but i couldnt find the other one. Its not completed yet but give me your thoughts.
Catching The Guardian I didn’t know how to react to what was happening in front of
me. She was laying there suffering, barely breathing, heart stopping…. She was
dying. Part of me thought it was my fault the other part knew it couldn’t be, I
wasn’t the one who pulled the gun, I didn’t pull the trigger. I could have
tried to stop him from doing it, I mean he was after me not her but she walked
in and he got frightened. Although I was there and watched it happen I couldn’t
believe that my best friend, the one who knew everything about me was in that
bed fighting. Allie… she had been there since kindergarten… now she was gonna
be gone. We had gone through everything
together, from boyfriends to family trouble, we stuck together. I remember when
my dad walked out on us; she sat with me while I cried asking why. I was there
when her grandmother passed, holding her while she let out all the pain. We
started school together and we had made plans to go to college together after
graduation in a few weeks. The long beep pulled me out of my daydream. I didn’t
have to look at the monitor to know that she was gone. I just looked down at her face. “No, no Allie
you can’t be gone...” I said as tears started streaming from my face. It had
been two days since I watched her take her last breath and it still seemed like
I was in that room. I was watching people line up to walk into the church where
her funeral was being held. There were people here that didn’t even like Allie,
people from our school who never talked to her; I couldn’t believe they had the
guts to show up. As I was taking my seat I saw him, the one who took her life.
What was he doing here? I couldn’t believe they didn’t arrest him for it.
Seeing his face took me back to that night. We had all been hanging out at
Lexi’s house. It was the annual end of school year get together but this time
we were seniors. I had just gotten out of a relationship with Chris. He had
seen me talking to another guy and asked me to go into the bedroom to talk.
After we had gotten in there he pulled out a gun and told me that he wanted me
but I didn’t want him. That if he didn’t get me nobody could. I was terrified.
Didn’t know what to do. Then Allie came in. She had been looking for me. She
startled him and he automatically pointed the gun at her and pulled the
trigger. I seen her face turn white. I watched her hit her knees. I caught her
before she got to the ground. I didn’t leave her side until the very end. Music
started playing in the church getting my attention. It was her favorite song.
In The Arms Of An Angel. I instantly started crying when the preacher started
talking about her. The tall, brown haired, green eyed girl everyone that knew
loved. I was asked to speak about her. “Her close friend Kayleah Michaels has a
few words about our lost angel” the preacher said. I stood up and walked up to
the alter. I turned to face the crowd. There were tear stained faces
everywhere. “Allison Michelle Carter.” I began “Allie as most knew her. She was
an amazing friend with a heart of gold. She hated to see anyone in pain even if
she herself was. I knew her for as long as I could remember and there wasn’t a
day that went by that she wasn’t there for me when I needed her. If something
ever went wrong Allie was the first person I would call. Within seconds she had
a smile back on my face. As she would with anyone that was close to her..” By
this time tears were starting to pour from my eyes. “There was more to Allie
than most knew. She loved to write and dance around her room singing into her
hairbrush..’ I continued with a smile. “But most of all she loved me and I
loved her. Not just as friends but more and I will miss her more than words
could say.” I stepped down from the alter and went back to my seat. After a few
more minutes we all went up and looked at her in the casket. She looked so
peaceful and beautiful but it broke my heart to see her so lifeless. Knowing I
would never get to hold her again. We all walked to our cars after taking one
last look. The hearse led us to the cemetery where they would lay her to rest.
I stood there with a flower in my hand as they lowered the casket holding her
body into the ground. I tossed my flower into the hole and walked away as her
mother held me close. The
days just don’t seem the same without her here. I wake up in the morning and
just lay in my bed. “Leah..” Mom calls from the door. I just lay still staring
at the wall pretending she didn’t say anything. “Leah.. Honey you have to get
out of bed. It’s been four days. You’ve got to go back to school. Its your last
week.” She said brushing my hair out of my face. I get up without a word , walk
to my closet and pull some clothes out. Slowly I walk to the bathroom and turn
the shower on. I pull of my t-shirt and step into the shower. I stand there and
let the water run over me. Every time I close my eyes I can picture Allies
face. Her green eyes and the way they use to stare at me. The way her lips use
to touch my mine. The way her arms would wrap around me when we hugged, and the
way her body would touch mine when we made love. Not many people would approve
of us but our parents and families did. I couldn’t take the pain of
remembering. I grabbed the blade that sat beside my shower. I lowered it to my
wrist. I slid it across and let the blood hit the tub in a pool of red. I stepped
back under the water an turned all the cold off. The hot water filled my body
with the pain of burning but I didn’t want it to stop I wanted to feel every
ounce of it. “Burn...” I whispered “burn, hurt” I said to myself “take all of
it away! Burn it away! Burn!” I screamed I collapsed to the shower floor. © 2011 Erica Nichole |
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Added on April 24, 2011 Last Updated on April 24, 2011 AuthorErica NicholeNew Boston, OHAboutIm 18 years old and began writing at the age of 13 when i found an outlet for my abuse. It has helped me stay sane so far so i hope you like. more..Writing
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