The Wicked End

Matt returned a few moments later. He was wearing a new shirt this one was all white. He slid down the wall by me and asked “how you feeling?” I groaned I was still in the exact position I was in. he sighed “you should have listened to me” I started shaking he moved closer to me “so did you like my game?” I closed my eyes. He laughed “ill take that as a yes” he picked up some of my hair “I lover you're hair” I pulled my head away earning a chuckle “a thank you would be polite” I coughed.
He leaned over and said “I have to go but before I do ill tell zacky to be good to you.” I coughed again. He pressed his lips to my cheek and stood “ill see you tomorrow there some blankets and pillows by the wall if you're cold.” With that he left turning off the lights. My eyes remained closed I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.
I didn’t dream, I couldn’t sleep, and my heart beat echoed in my ears, it was pumping blood through my body fast. There couldn’t be enough blood to flow, not with most of it escaping through the cuts. My throat felt like some one clawed the inside. My only comfort was the cold cement floor under me; it tried to sooth my body but failed miserably.
The girl from that street was right, I should have forgotten him. My mom always told me ‘girls don't buy the drinks’ I always listened until now. I realized what she meant when I asked her why and shed reply ‘it lets guys know you're desperate’ I was young ‘never like a guy more than he likes you’ she repeated. I
whimpered hearing my moms voice in my head “bad things happen when kids don't listen” I nodded solemnly speaking “I know mom” she shook her head at me “I wont always be there to save you aurora, you have to grow up” I cried “mom help me!” I knew she couldn’t I took for granted all the things my mom did.
I rolled over feeling the cement throw its cold in to my body through the cuts. My palms pushed against the cement floor. My knees throbbed to the pressure of the floor beneath. I couldn’t see a thing, it was dark. I pushed my self on to my feet and wobbled for a second. I would not touch the floor.
I took a step in one direction. I didn’t run in to a wall. I stepped again and again. Then I felt the table with my hands that were now out reached. I leaned on it hoping it give me some sort of support. The air roamed around my lungs making it seam as if there were tiny ice crystals flying around puncturing me. I had it all under control, well up until the table started to slide across the floor.
The sudden lack of support under my palms let gravity wrap around my body. A gush of wind flew through my hair as I neared the ground. There was a sharp serge through out my head making my brain swish around, I hit the ground with my hands near my face, as the pain grew my eyes closed.

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