Fear of Love
Let Her Go
Scarlette's POV:
The world was a blur. I heard Niall screaming at me, saying words I couldn't hear. I felt him pull out the knife.
Harry's voice. So sweet, so calm. His voice was like a song...
Then many voices, voices lifting me up. I was moving. Up and away. Floating away.
And then there was Niall's hand holding mine. It seemed to be pulling me back. Refusing to let me go one. I felt his tears drenching my blood soaked shirt. I couldn't remember why it was blood soaked? I wasn't even sure if it was blood. It smelled like it. But why would I be bleeding. I wa just sleeping.
And why was Niall crying? I was so peaceful... So...
Niall's POV:
The ambulance raced along the road. I stood beside a blood soaked Scar. The paramedics were around her, keeping her hear beating, hooking her up to oxygen.
"She still alive," the only woman paramedic in the van whispered, playing with the oxygen tank. "As long as we can get to the hospital quickly, I think we can save her. But they need to fix her stomach. She didn't damage her spinal cord, the knife didn't go that deep. But she has damaged her intestines. Were lucky she didn't stab her heart or she wouldn't even make it to the hospital."
Tears were streaming down my face. Harry was the only one who was with me in the ambulance. He put and arm around my shoulders. I could see the tears threatening to spill over his eye lashes.
"She'll be okay," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse. "It'll be fine Niall."
I wiped my eyes with my free hand.
How could she? How could she do this to herself? I wish it had been me. I wish she'd have stabbed me with the knife. I didn't want to live anymore.
Harry gave my shoulders another squeeze, reminding me why I was partially glad I wasn't dead. How could I leave this world, leave when my dream had finally come to life?
I stared down at Scarlette's limp form, starved, scarred and blood soaked. Suddenly I knew there was no one else for me. No one else I wanted. I would never let her go, never leave her. I needed her as much as she needed me. I was going to fix her life of shambles.
Because I loved her now.
More than life itself.
The world was a blur. I heard Niall screaming at me, saying words I couldn't hear. I felt him pull out the knife.
Harry's voice. So sweet, so calm. His voice was like a song...
Then many voices, voices lifting me up. I was moving. Up and away. Floating away.
And then there was Niall's hand holding mine. It seemed to be pulling me back. Refusing to let me go one. I felt his tears drenching my blood soaked shirt. I couldn't remember why it was blood soaked? I wasn't even sure if it was blood. It smelled like it. But why would I be bleeding. I wa just sleeping.
And why was Niall crying? I was so peaceful... So...
Niall's POV:
The ambulance raced along the road. I stood beside a blood soaked Scar. The paramedics were around her, keeping her hear beating, hooking her up to oxygen.
"She still alive," the only woman paramedic in the van whispered, playing with the oxygen tank. "As long as we can get to the hospital quickly, I think we can save her. But they need to fix her stomach. She didn't damage her spinal cord, the knife didn't go that deep. But she has damaged her intestines. Were lucky she didn't stab her heart or she wouldn't even make it to the hospital."
Tears were streaming down my face. Harry was the only one who was with me in the ambulance. He put and arm around my shoulders. I could see the tears threatening to spill over his eye lashes.
"She'll be okay," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse. "It'll be fine Niall."
I wiped my eyes with my free hand.
How could she? How could she do this to herself? I wish it had been me. I wish she'd have stabbed me with the knife. I didn't want to live anymore.
Harry gave my shoulders another squeeze, reminding me why I was partially glad I wasn't dead. How could I leave this world, leave when my dream had finally come to life?
I stared down at Scarlette's limp form, starved, scarred and blood soaked. Suddenly I knew there was no one else for me. No one else I wanted. I would never let her go, never leave her. I needed her as much as she needed me. I was going to fix her life of shambles.
Because I loved her now.
More than life itself.
11/17/13