The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


66. Chapter 14 Part 2

A girl lies on the floor, bleeding uncontrollably, no one able to help, no one able to stop it. Her eyes dead, blank, empty. The occasional twitch gives the onlookers hope, but they become less frequent and weaker each time. As her skin grows paler a man is heard screaming, he pushes his way through the crowd and stops, staring. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he brings his hand up to his face.

“No,” he chokes.

 He falls to his knees and embraces her broken body, one hand supporting her back, lifting her onto his lap so he can see her face, the other stroking her navy hair, now covered in scarlet. He breathes in her scent and kisses the top of her head, now sobbing uncontrollably.

“No,” he whispers, “Not now, you can’t die, not now.” He notices her lips quivering slightly, his tears stop for a second as he realises she is not quite gone.

“Can you hear me? V, can you hear me?” His cries are almost inaudible from the tightness of his throat. Looking in her eyes, he sees her right pupil dilate, back to how it has been her whole life.

“Can you see me, V?” He examines her face closely, looking for any sign of movement. One woman in the crowd tries to tell him to let her go, but he turns around sharply, glaring as he shouts.

“No! Can’t you see? She’s still breathing, I am not leaving her if she can still hear me, do you understand?” Turning back to her, he asks her again, “Can you see me, V?” But still there is no response, aside from a slight movement of her left eye. He holds his breath and closes his eyes, praying to every God he can think of in the hope one of them will listen. But still there is no response. He fills his lungs and tries to transfer the air to hers, but breaks down as he feels her cold lips, unable to welcome his.

“You can’t die, you just can’t, no.” he whispers between sobs.  As he looks at her face again he finds himself overcome with rage.  He shouts to the sky, or whoever may be listening.

“It’s not fair! You can’t take her! What did she ever do wrong? I lied to her, I betrayed her, I broke the law countless times but she…” He looks back at her. “…She did nothing. She deserves to live.”

Her eyelids fall slowly, despite his pleas. He turns to the people around him, still watching as she fades away.

“Someone do something, please, anyone, just don’t let this be the end. I can’t…she can’t…” His blood-stained hands drop her as he brings them to cover his face. Her body, now entirely limp, falls to the floor. 

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