Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)
Blur
It was all a blur.
There was lots of yelling and banging, someone sobbing on the other side of the oak of my bathroom door.
I can remember someone busting through the door, a mop of black hair covering most of their face.
Crying, yelling.
The last semi-clear memory I have is of someone yelling a plea. There was a bright light above me, red and blue flickering from the windows I could barely see out of my peripheral vision.
Then, darkness.
Now all I see is a similar bright light above me. Despite the numbness I feel throughout my whole body, my right arm hurt like hell. I didn't have the willpower to move, even though my attention from the light was constantly being stolen by shuffling and beeping surrounding me.
I'm so sorry, Gerard.
I love you.
There was lots of yelling and banging, someone sobbing on the other side of the oak of my bathroom door.
I can remember someone busting through the door, a mop of black hair covering most of their face.
Crying, yelling.
The last semi-clear memory I have is of someone yelling a plea. There was a bright light above me, red and blue flickering from the windows I could barely see out of my peripheral vision.
Then, darkness.
Now all I see is a similar bright light above me. Despite the numbness I feel throughout my whole body, my right arm hurt like hell. I didn't have the willpower to move, even though my attention from the light was constantly being stolen by shuffling and beeping surrounding me.
I'm so sorry, Gerard.
I love you.
Oh my god I just found this book and it is soooooooooooooooo good you did a great job at writing this and chose a perfect ending.
11/8/14