Hope
Chapter 6
Sallys POV.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I couldn't ignore it any longer. He'd been doing it all night. It was Michael, I think. He hadn't said anything, only knocking. Shit, what if it was Janet?
I swung my bedroom door open, feeling very annoyed.
"Wha-" I began raving as I saw Michael’s cute face. He cut me off, pulling my into a tight embrace.
"I don't care about what happened to you, I don't care if you don't think I care, because I do." I was taken aback by his words.
"Michael no. I don't need your sympathy. I can tell you don't like me. You rejected me." I pushed him away.
He laughed into my back, sending tingles down my spine, and before I could do anything, his lips hungrily attacked my neck.
He didn't know the effect he had on me. I let out a gasp as he found my sweet spot.
He pulled back nervously.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, I hoped he wasn't going to run downstairs again.
"I don't know," He said awkwardly. "I-I just haven't really done anything like this before." He admitted.
God he was so adorable.
I laughed. “It’s not funny!" He frowned at me.
"Yes it is." I crashed my lips against his.
The kiss got more heated and my hands travelled down to his belt. I felt him flinch in the kiss.
I felt his hands squeeze my butt.
I fiddled with his belt.
"No." He murmured.
I ignored him, he wanted it really. I continued trying to undo his belt.
"Sally, no." He said, louder this time.
"Why?" I muttered, frustrated.
"S-sally, we hardly know eachover! We aren't even dating," Realisation spread over his face, " Oh my god, Sally, we can't be doing this! Have you forgotten about Sam? What if he finds out?"
"I don't care! He's nothing compared to you! I-I'll break up with him!" I pleaded. He shook his head. This angered me.
"Fine! Piss off then! You're the one who came to me. Go away! I don't need you! I don't need anyone." I tried to shove him out of my room. He wouldn't budge.
"Michael! Go!" I pushed him out of my room.
"Everyone needs someone Sally!" I heard him shout. I fell onto my bed.
I don't need anyone.
Kasey P.O.V
Screw this world, it would probably be better wherever I go whether it was heaven or hell or if I still roam the streets of London, I just don’t want to live this life anymore. I have nothing to lose. The adrenaline, instincts, reflects of my body wanted to react, to pull me back up and my mind is yelling “What are you thinking?!” as if I was doing something sinful.
I guess you could say suicide is sinful, I mean we were given a life to lead…right? But that’s not something I want to respect after what I’ve been through. The wind caught hold of my hair, flailing it around as if it weighed no more than itself. Tears flowed, yet I pondered on the thought, why am I crying when I have nothing to lose? I attempted choking down the lump that formed in my throat as I watched the railway come closer and closer towards me and the bright light that shone off the train front.
A sharp pain stabbed in my arm, something was gripping onto me. I wanted to scream let go of me but nothing could come out, was there still a lump in my throat? Suddenly the railway left my eyes and I watched my tears replace the railway. It was like everything stopped in time it was just me and the small droplets that almost… floated calmly like the dandelions in the wind, eager to fly and grow into new life.
My back side made contact with hard ground and I grimaced in pain. Someone was yelling, I could hear it but I didn’t know where it was coming from. A figure was bestowed in front of me, his face was slightly blurred and I accepted that it was most likely me tears that stopped my vision from becoming pure. I squinted and looked at his eyes. Green. Why green? His mouth moved looking at me then pointing at the railway before gripping the mass of hair on his head before mouthing something to me. He was probably yelling but all I could hear was aloud ringing noise.
I rolled my head to the side and looked at where he was pointing. A train was now situated on the train line, people quickly filing on not taking any notice of the situation or most like just avoiding. Was he the one who stopped me? Did he…save me? I frowned and looked at him; he rubbed his hand on his cheek before crouching to my level. His hands reached for my face, I flinched and turned away. Well reflects are still in good use. He shook his head before rubbing his eyes, is he crying?
He sat this time and stared at me, his eyes boring into mine and I felt an emotion rush over me, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Scared. I was scared. Scared that no one would actually come and help me, someone who wouldn’t stop me from doing such a thing.Someone who wouldn’t love me.
“A new life” my mouth moved by itself but it could only come out as a whisper. I moved my hand towards his face brushing a stray tear off his cheek before my eyes fluttered shut. Everything went black.
~*~*~*~
Something cold spread across my forehead. I bolted upright and felt something slide off my forehead and land on my lap. I stared at the white cloth that must have been soaked in water before separating my eyes from that and met with a pair of green eyes. I squealed before frantically shuffling away from the eyes. I slid off something and yelped as I made contact with most likely the floor.
I groaned and looked up at the pale beige ceiling. My legs were hanging onto the edge of what I presumed was a bed whilst the rest of my body decided to lie on the ground. “Are you okay?” a voice cried and I heard shuffling of feet come closer to me before I was lifted off the ground and placed back onto the bed.
“Please…please don’t hurt me” I sobbed looking directly at the boy with green eyes. He frowned; his eyes full of worry before leaning in and placing the soaked towel over my forehead.
“I won’t hurt you anymore then you were before, you’re lucky I was there to save you” the boy whispered tracing his fingers across my cheek. I flinched but my body was in too much pain to react any further. His fingers left my face and for a brief second I thought his lips planted on my forehead. Impossible.
You are just being a delusional freak.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I couldn't ignore it any longer. He'd been doing it all night. It was Michael, I think. He hadn't said anything, only knocking. Shit, what if it was Janet?
I swung my bedroom door open, feeling very annoyed.
"Wha-" I began raving as I saw Michael’s cute face. He cut me off, pulling my into a tight embrace.
"I don't care about what happened to you, I don't care if you don't think I care, because I do." I was taken aback by his words.
"Michael no. I don't need your sympathy. I can tell you don't like me. You rejected me." I pushed him away.
He laughed into my back, sending tingles down my spine, and before I could do anything, his lips hungrily attacked my neck.
He didn't know the effect he had on me. I let out a gasp as he found my sweet spot.
He pulled back nervously.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, I hoped he wasn't going to run downstairs again.
"I don't know," He said awkwardly. "I-I just haven't really done anything like this before." He admitted.
God he was so adorable.
I laughed. “It’s not funny!" He frowned at me.
"Yes it is." I crashed my lips against his.
The kiss got more heated and my hands travelled down to his belt. I felt him flinch in the kiss.
I felt his hands squeeze my butt.
I fiddled with his belt.
"No." He murmured.
I ignored him, he wanted it really. I continued trying to undo his belt.
"Sally, no." He said, louder this time.
"Why?" I muttered, frustrated.
"S-sally, we hardly know eachover! We aren't even dating," Realisation spread over his face, " Oh my god, Sally, we can't be doing this! Have you forgotten about Sam? What if he finds out?"
"I don't care! He's nothing compared to you! I-I'll break up with him!" I pleaded. He shook his head. This angered me.
"Fine! Piss off then! You're the one who came to me. Go away! I don't need you! I don't need anyone." I tried to shove him out of my room. He wouldn't budge.
"Michael! Go!" I pushed him out of my room.
"Everyone needs someone Sally!" I heard him shout. I fell onto my bed.
I don't need anyone.
Kasey P.O.V
Screw this world, it would probably be better wherever I go whether it was heaven or hell or if I still roam the streets of London, I just don’t want to live this life anymore. I have nothing to lose. The adrenaline, instincts, reflects of my body wanted to react, to pull me back up and my mind is yelling “What are you thinking?!” as if I was doing something sinful.
I guess you could say suicide is sinful, I mean we were given a life to lead…right? But that’s not something I want to respect after what I’ve been through. The wind caught hold of my hair, flailing it around as if it weighed no more than itself. Tears flowed, yet I pondered on the thought, why am I crying when I have nothing to lose? I attempted choking down the lump that formed in my throat as I watched the railway come closer and closer towards me and the bright light that shone off the train front.
A sharp pain stabbed in my arm, something was gripping onto me. I wanted to scream let go of me but nothing could come out, was there still a lump in my throat? Suddenly the railway left my eyes and I watched my tears replace the railway. It was like everything stopped in time it was just me and the small droplets that almost… floated calmly like the dandelions in the wind, eager to fly and grow into new life.
My back side made contact with hard ground and I grimaced in pain. Someone was yelling, I could hear it but I didn’t know where it was coming from. A figure was bestowed in front of me, his face was slightly blurred and I accepted that it was most likely me tears that stopped my vision from becoming pure. I squinted and looked at his eyes. Green. Why green? His mouth moved looking at me then pointing at the railway before gripping the mass of hair on his head before mouthing something to me. He was probably yelling but all I could hear was aloud ringing noise.
I rolled my head to the side and looked at where he was pointing. A train was now situated on the train line, people quickly filing on not taking any notice of the situation or most like just avoiding. Was he the one who stopped me? Did he…save me? I frowned and looked at him; he rubbed his hand on his cheek before crouching to my level. His hands reached for my face, I flinched and turned away. Well reflects are still in good use. He shook his head before rubbing his eyes, is he crying?
He sat this time and stared at me, his eyes boring into mine and I felt an emotion rush over me, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Scared. I was scared. Scared that no one would actually come and help me, someone who wouldn’t stop me from doing such a thing.Someone who wouldn’t love me.
“A new life” my mouth moved by itself but it could only come out as a whisper. I moved my hand towards his face brushing a stray tear off his cheek before my eyes fluttered shut. Everything went black.
~*~*~*~
Something cold spread across my forehead. I bolted upright and felt something slide off my forehead and land on my lap. I stared at the white cloth that must have been soaked in water before separating my eyes from that and met with a pair of green eyes. I squealed before frantically shuffling away from the eyes. I slid off something and yelped as I made contact with most likely the floor.
I groaned and looked up at the pale beige ceiling. My legs were hanging onto the edge of what I presumed was a bed whilst the rest of my body decided to lie on the ground. “Are you okay?” a voice cried and I heard shuffling of feet come closer to me before I was lifted off the ground and placed back onto the bed.
“Please…please don’t hurt me” I sobbed looking directly at the boy with green eyes. He frowned; his eyes full of worry before leaning in and placing the soaked towel over my forehead.
“I won’t hurt you anymore then you were before, you’re lucky I was there to save you” the boy whispered tracing his fingers across my cheek. I flinched but my body was in too much pain to react any further. His fingers left my face and for a brief second I thought his lips planted on my forehead. Impossible.
You are just being a delusional freak.
Notes
Hiii it's Alora reporting for duty! xD Just kidding fellow readers, this chappie is Laura and me mixing our writing, and yea I guess our writing is somewhat quite different, although I prefer Laura's :)Hope you all are really enjoying it and sowwwy it's kinda short, but you know...it's pretty good with both authors writing in one chappie right? \(^.^)/
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12/30/13