14. Sorry
954 Words
Jamie The door opening, but instead of a line of vampires, a guard with a megaphone entered. "I've got some uhm, good news." His ugly face was twisted into a sneer as he spoke, "Due to the amazing work of some scientists, who have improved the cure to increase your blood faster, and the increase of vampires coming in, you will be donating blood every other day instead of once a week. I'll leave you all to the vamps now."
No. They couldn’t! There was no way that any cure could good enough to make a human body withstand that much abuse for long, as it was I doubted some of the people here had more than a few more months left to live. The vampires filed in, the sight of each one increasing the hatred burning in my stomach, waiting to explode.
I watched in a foreboding silence as the vampire came up to my door, and snatched one last glance at Bree. She seemed to be in shock, then her eyes filled with a sudden hardness. She did something I didn’t expect. She smiled. An almost crazy grin, before she rammed her head into the wall. A sickening crack met my ears.
Crack. Crunch. Crack. Crunch.
All the vampires looked over at her. Some laughing, some shaking their heads. Except the one in front of her cell. The bars opened, and he advanced on her. Turning her limp body over to face him…
“NO!” I howled, and I changed into my other form, panic burning through my body in a hot painful mess that made me want to scream. I couldn’t lose her!
Selfish!
I squeezed through the bars and knocked the vampire off of her. That would kill her if she wasn’t already dead… She couldn’t be dead!
So selfish!
I changed back into human form, tears streaming from my face. “Leave her alone, just go!” I yelled, shoving the vampire towards the door. For a moment he looked as though he were going to argue, but backed off.
“Bree, Sabrina, come on wake up…” I knelt beside her, I had to help, but how? I didn’t touch her, I couldn’t, that might make it worse. Blood trickled from her nose. That meant she was alive, right? Some blood pressure, even a little?
“Step aside!” Someone pushed me away from her. I turned, prepared to fight, but saw it was a doctor. I tried to relax and dispel the panic that was constricting my chest. Maybe I could follow them if I didn’t pass out or look too crazy.
The doctor stood, shaking his head. My heart stopped and a hot nerve of pain shot through me. “Help her!” I cried, shaking.
“It’s useless. She fractured her skull. Do you really want her back here? It’s a living Hell, let her go kid.”
“Please… Just, just try!” I couldn’t let her go.
SELFISH.
I needed her. If only she’d live I’d break her out and give her a new life. I would do whatever it took to make things better for her, even if it meant sacrificing myself or killing every vampire in the world.
“No.” He pushed me back with a firm hand, moving towards the door.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him back, pushing him back against the bars in a quick movement. “Help. Her. Or you’re dead.” I said through gritted teeth, wincing as the voice in my head screamed how selfish I was.
The doctor looked around frantically, but all the guards were gone except the ones holding vampires back from lunging at Bree. They wouldn’t let go, or everyone would be done for. He was alone.
He was silent, and I pushed him harder into the bars. Scare him, he had to help her, to bring her back…
“Fine!” He said, voice higher than before. “I’ll do it!”
“You better do your best, or I’m coming for you. I will escape.” I threatened, before putting him down and moving aside. Back into my own cell, watching him the same way that the guards were watching me. One wrong move…
He hurried out and came back with a stretcher on wheels. He slid it under her and took her away. I watched her, the whole way out. Saving every last detail of her that I could. This might be it… The last time I ever saw her…
I slid to the floor, not even trying to stop the tears. I sobbed, trying to dislodge the lumps in my throat and stomach and the aching pains that wracked my body...
How could she survive that?
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Days went by. Vampires came and went. Weeks left. And she never came. Each second hurt.
I knew now that I loved her. You don’t feel this way unless you lose something important, like the person your world revolves around. The person you vowed to protect, and make happy.
I don’t know if it made it worse or not that she did it to herself. At least if someone had done it to her I’d have someone to hate, but I couldn’t hate her. She was too special.
I wished I could die. Be gone, just like her. Just like the chunk she took from my heart.
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