My world shattered in those few words I read. Nothing really special about them, just a regular text sent to my crappy phone. Black letters spelled ‘It’s over’ across the lit up screen. I couldn’t look at it anymore so I slid my phone closed. The tears that were built up in my eyes finally fled. It started out slow, like a steady creek. Then, it turned into a rushing river. It kept getting worse and worse. The sobs racked my chest and I wrapped myself up in my arms to keep my chest from falling apart. I threw the phone against the wall in frustration. How could he do this to me? We had been together for so long, and then suddenly it’s just cut off. Not even the decency to tell me in person. A scream built in my throat but I knew that if I screamed my mother would hear and get involved. Instead, I slammed my fist against my mirror and grabbed all the photos of us. Pieces of glass stuck in my skin leaving bloody trails down my arms but I didn’t care. I ripped them in half and threw them on the floor. The harder I cried the harder it was to breathe and the harder it was to breathe the more I sobbed. Just an endless cycle of pain. I fell to the floor and passed out.
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Her bloody arms didn’t seem to do the trick. The angel of death herself would think this scene was gruesome. Her tears had been stained and were red from her blood and she lay limp on the floor looking dead already. Her skin was paler, almost translucent. Eyes closed, her black hair spread around her like veil of black lace. Her head had thick, red blood seeping out and the glass on the floor cut through her jeans and into her legs. Even in this poor state she continued to cry and sob. Breath continued to evade her. Her mother heard the crash and went up the stairs to see what was going on. She knocked on her door,
“Jackie?” She put her ear to the door to listen for an answer. When no answer came she knocked again, “Jackie?” She opened the door and the scene she saw made her speechless. She fell to her knees and checked for a pulse. It was faint, but there nonetheless. A sigh of relief slipped between her lips. She called 911 and picked the glass out of Jackie’s arms and legs. The ambulance barreled down the street and barged into the house plucking her out of her mother’s arms and into the ambulance.
As they rushed her to the hospital, they took many tests on her to find out why she would not wake from her sleep. After all the tests were taken, they still couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t awaken.
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He frowned at the phone. Why had she not texted back? He knew it was cold the way he let her down. It was cruel and terrible. He couldn’t have done it in person though. Her big blue eyes would have seen right through him. He’d take it back like he always did and hold her close trying to ease her crying. They’d danced this dance before, and he wanted to end it now. Actually, it wasn’t that he wanted to end it, but he saw no other option. His time was spent with only her and it revolved around her. Her with eyes that made him melt, and her tiny body the way it fit right next to his. Her black hair that hung just below her shoulder blades in delicate curls, which always seemed to catch the light just right. In her bright colored shirts and black skinny jeans. He called her house, giving up on the breakup wanting her back. The ringing tone was relentless in his ears and then her pretty bell-like voice came on the answering machine.
“Ugh,” he grunted and tried her cell again. The same result as before. He closed his phone in frustration and decided to go to her house. He took his keys off the hook and climbed into his red truck. He started the car and went to her house. When he arrived at the empty house he didn’t bother ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door. The window to her room was always unlocked so he could get in during late nights. Climbing the tree, he opened the window and stared wide eyed at the scene in front of him. The dresser drawer mirror was shattered on the floor with blood splattered on it. The pictures of them ripped in half, ashes at the bottom of her trash can. He rushed to the hospital where he knew she must be.
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I was floating inside my body. It was like I was there, but not. I couldn’t hear anything or see, but my eyes could have been closed. I’m not too sure because I can’t seem to move any part of my body. I can’t move a finger but I can tighten and loosen muscles. Instead of being useless I decided to go through my memories. I started with the first time I met Jason. He had brown hair at the time and we were in kindergarten. My hair had been pulled up into pigtails and his kept falling in his face. I had on a pink sundress and he had on a t-shirt and jeans. I thought that even with cooties he was adorable, and he really was. He wasn’t too tall but he had been bigger than me and he had piercing green eyes that make me want to melt. We started talking about little things like our paintings and our friends but we were meant for each other. Then I thought about our first kiss. It was picture day in 3rd grade and I was ready for it. My hair was loose around my shoulders and just like in kindergarten, his hair wouldn’t cooperate. I had laughed and helped because we were best friends. He had asked for a kiss and his face had been bright red across the cheeks. I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. At the last second, he turned his head and I ended up kissing his lips. It had been sweet and sneaky, which made it just that much better.
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Now from above the scene looked quite different than the normal hospital scene. Jackie was lying still on the paper sheets and her veins seemed to show through her skin. She still looked beautiful but it was so different than her usual look. The heartbeat meter next to her sung a steady tune that showed she was alive. Her mother sat in the chair next to the bed reading a newspaper. Both of them were still crying. The newspaper was soaked so she put it down and grabbed an old magazine. Jason was looking through the window and he sank down the glass and sat with his forehead pressed against the wall. If you listened closely you could hear him say,
“I love her, and now I’m going to lose her.” Like her mother, he was crying. He cried for his broken heart, the girl who was gone, the memories he held close, and everything else he had lost with that stupid text.
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Jason stared at her in the bed. He had a flashback to the week before. He had snuck up to her window with a rose in his mouth. She had laughed and invited him in. It wasn’t a red rose, it was a yellow one. For a reward he had been able to hold her in bed. They didn’t do anything bad, just held each other in their arms as they slept. He sighed and looked at the pale floor. If she woke up he would take her back and never leave her again. Her mother came out and let him go in.
“I’m going for coffee. You can be with her now.” She left him there and it took him a minute to compose himself. The room was not colorful and if he had been stuck here he would have driven himself crazy. He sat in the wooden chair next to her and took one of her cool hands into his. She was so cold, like she was already dead. The heart monitor quickened and he took that as a good sign.
“Hey Jackie,” he started and looked at her. Her lips twitched into a slight smile and he beamed. He thought maybe he could help her get out of this. “It’s Jason. I wanted to tell you I’m so sorry for what I did.” The tears on her face seemed to run faster down her cheeks. “I want you back, we always went together. I love you and I’m so sorry that I would hurt you like this. Please wake up.” He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. The heart monitor beeped like crazy as he pulled away. A nurse came in and moved him to the side of her. She started pumping her heart as the beep got very low. Her eyes shot open and looked around the room for him. When she saw him, she beamed and then her blue eyes filled with tears again and she sobbed.
“I love you.” She said quietly, “Why..?” Her voice trailed off and the beep stopped altogether. He started sobbing looking down at the girl who had once been his to hold and love.
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I had just finished the memory when I felt someone take me hand. They were strong and firm. My lips twitched slightly in a smile and I relaxed as I got my hearing back. I could hear him talk and heard the steady beat my monitor was singing. I thought it was quicker than usual but shrugged it off.
“Hey Jackie,” I loved the sound of his voice. It was perfect and all mine. “It’s Jason. I wanted to tell you I’m so sorry for what I did.” I cried harder when I remembered the text he had sent me. “I want you back, we always went together. I love you and I’m so sorry that I would hurt you like this. Please wake up.” I felt him kiss me and it felt like I was in heaven. The beeping screeched and then faltered. I woke up and shot up in bed. I looked at him and he was afraid. I could see it on his face. Then I sobbed like I had before. I felt my heart fail slowly.
“I love you,” I said quietly and sadly. “Why..?” I never finished that sentence. My heart failed at the last second and fell to the bed. That day, I died of a broken heart and no one will know. The doctors will be puzzled and say it was an accident. My mother would grieve and Jason would love me still
-A year later-
Jason walked up the dirt road. Gripped in his hand were a dozen roses, red, yellow, white, and pink. He’s wearing a suit and a red tie for his lost girl. He stopped and looked at the grave. ‘Jackie Mathews June 1994-October 2010 RIP’. That didn’t sum her up in the least. He sat down on the slot beside her and thunked his head against the grave.
“I want her back,” then he began to cry. He felt a whisper of wind and looked behind him. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was beautiful black hair that was curled in delicate ringlets and caught the light just right, blue eyes that looked like ocean waters, and thick eyelashes that were covered in blue mascara. “Jackie?” He asked quickly and looked at the girl. She sat down and smiled at him, revealing perfect white teeth.
“It’s me, Jason.” Her voice sounded like a whisper of wind. He reached out surprised he could feel her. She sat in his lap and took his hands and put them in hers.
“Why did you die?” He asked quietly and held her to him.
“I died of a heart break Jason. Your text hurt me so much that I trashed my room and went into a coma. After that I was going to ask you why you left me, but I died,” her eyes were wet again from the sadness. He was speechless, it was his fault she had died that way, so young. “I don’t blame you for anything though, but please wait for me.” He couldn’t feel her as much. She was drifting away.
“What do you mean?” Wind whirled around them as she kept fading away.
“Wait for my reincarnation, and then I’ll be yours again,” she stood up and got out of his lap. “Promise me, Jason” she begged flickering in and out of sight.
“I promise,” he said. She kissed him sealing his promise. “I love you,” he sighed as she disappeared completely and he looked at the grave again. It looked like her face carved in stone and then, it went away. “I will get her again,” he smiled wide and put his hand on the gravestone. His girl. He left the roses there and walked away slowly.
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