Short Story: Loss Of Blood

Taking another deep breath to help calm his nerves, John folded the letter and sealed it with some sticky tape. With his hands trembling he handed over his most private thoughts to Josie. After they had exchanged letters they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Once John got outside he looked up to the hazy sky and let out a shaky laugh full of relief. Maybe just maybe Josie would be the one to save him before it was too late. He hoped that she would open the letter before graduation and help him put back together the shattered pieces of his life. Because deep down that broken boy wanted to live more than anything in the

he tried to grab her hand, just as he almost had hold of her, the ocean spews her out only to swallow her back to its depths.

Braeden took a moment to calm herself before entering the room. She counted five deep breaths through her mouth to avoid the hospital smell, and while it

She regretted not being there for Lavender in her last moments, for being too distracted to help her – maybe the moral support wouldn’t have helped her, but at least she could’ve said that she tried. It was something she knew she had no chance of redeeming now, but she couldn’t help but feel a peculiar stabbing pain in her chest at the thought of not being able to turn back time.

She is sinking, her mind says she’s safe, but she can sense John’s silence as his sorrow consumed him.

You see, my two year old blonde haired baby boy was not having such a great day. I picked him up to be hold he was hitting his friends at school, climbing on tables..not listening. I think sometimes I forget he's 2 because he talks like he's 10. I hold him to a much higher standard than any other 2 year old. So I brush that off and head the store. He didn't want to sit in the cart, he wanted to hold all the groceries on his lap, he wanted to throw unnecessary things in the cart and when he couldn't... He got mad. He threw his boots. And he cried. And people stared. That was fine, I could handle that.

Today I inhabited the body of a boy named Jacob, I had to skip school to drive down to see Rhiannon who luckily was only thirty minutes away. I had to wait an hour for her lunch to start, but I was happy to see her. She wasn’t so to see me. She explained her and Justin were in another fight and told her that I loved her, but she brushed me off. She still wasn’t used to my vessel change yet, but I don’t think she will ever adjust.

Erica hovered over the tiny body, staring at its fleshy shell, devoid of any life. She felt a single tear begin to well in her eye, if only she were able to cry. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew this had to end, and it had to end now. She needed to be rid of the burden and the guilt.

Mitch was having difficulties trying to figure out where and when Jack would have gotten a blood sample from him. After failing to unlock the contents of the USB drive with his own blood it was obvious the Jack did not have a sample of his blood to use. Looking up Mitch said in a contemplative voice “Who’s blood did he use?” After a short pause the lights came on “It’s Katy’s blood. Now, where the hell is she?”

He rushed his hand to a bottle of morphine. Shivering, he took seven pills and held them near his mouth. He closed his eyes. He supposed that it was the perfect time to end his own misery. Perhaps, no one would care, nobody will stop him. Thrice, he tried to help himself, but every time he woke up, he always thought that there’s no reason for him to live. All he knew was there is no doctor that could treat his retarded mind. No medication could heal his devastated soul. No drug could kill his pain.

Before any other vocal exchanges could take place between them, she became aware of the heaviness in her limbs. She tried to wipe away the haziness in her eyes, but abandoned spending effort on that task after quickly coming to the realization that it was futile.They refused to cooperate and focus. She had mentally prepared herself for this eventuality and accepted her powerlessness to stop it. She managed to point to the robe neatly folded on the table. She watched in a daze as the mats which served as the flooring of the cave seemingly began to move upwards towards her until everything went black, and she was enveloped by the abyss of exhaustion.

She could still hear the women weeping, she quickly opened the door and ran through it. She began to fall into a dark abyss, but she could still see the faint light at the very bottom. She fell for what seemed like hours. She was nearing the bottom, she closed her eyes, afraid of what was to come. She finally hit the bottom. Caroline opened her eyes only to see what looks like a hospital room. She looked around the room to see balloons, new and old flowers, cards, and a woman. The woman had tears in her eyes and was holding on to her hand as she sat by the hospital bed. She soon realized that Caroline was finally awake, she cried out her name and hugged her

She stormed out of the room, not evening giving him the chance to respond. She could hear him yelling trying to get her back into his room. She ignored him. She could feel the tears falling on her cheeks. She was not about to let him see her cry, they weren’t there yet. She did the only thing she had enough strength to do. She simply sat in the first chair she found, buried her face into hands.

The poet suddenly closed her eyes with pain, taking great gasps as her sunken chest rose up and down with effort. She clutched the table, attempting to regain control of her strangled breathing.

Blood was everywhere. An enormous pool of thick blood disguised the cool gymnasium floor. No one knew so much blood could escape from such tiny gums. Two dish towels soaked red, to be exact. My mind was in a haze. Somewhere in that pool of blood lay my two front teeth. I was just an innocent, curly haired little girl when God decided to throw an event at me that would change my life forever.