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Saving Jamie
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,680
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It was cold. It was so cold and it was the middle of spring. The flowers gave of a soft scent even as their petals were closed to the soft night breeze. The flowers freshened the warm spring air but the young woman huddled under the bleachers didn't notice, she only felt cold. The bleachers would be full of students cheering on their school soccer team the next morning, then someone would find her body and scream, and then she would finally get her fifteen minutes of fame.
She had planned the whole thing. The small knife in her hand gleamed in the light from the moon as she pressed it against the paper-thin skin of her wrist. She would be noticed, even if she couldn't be alive to enjoy it. The blade felt warm against her skin and she shivered from fear. She closed her eyes and thought of all the reasons why she was there, crouching under the blue and white bleachers, with a knife pressed to her wrist.
She thought of her father who worked all day, and then drank until he passed out at night. How he never paid any attention to her unless there was no liquor left in the house, and how she always woke up with bruises the next morning. She thought of her mother, who had left her alone with her father when she was seven. How her mother had left because her husband didn't fulfill her needs anymore. She especially thought of the teachers and kids at her school. How the teachers simply passed over her because she did not get either horrible or excellent grades. How her classmates ignored her because she was not exceptionally pretty, or good at sports, or rich.
No longer would she be pushed into the background, she would be the center of attention; even if she had to kill herself to achieve that goal. She lifted her face to the sky, the light from the moon shined in her dusty blonde hair and made the tears streaming down her thin face glimmer. Her violet colored eyes searched the sky for something to give her hope that she would reach heaven. She saw nothing, even the stars seemed to turn away from her.
The hand holding the knife shook as she pressed it to her left wrist. She was going to do this, it was the only The The blade sank into her skin and cut a vertical gash about one and a half inches long. The knife dropped from her hand and she grabbed her wrist. The pain was incredible as blood poured from the wound and onto the grass. No, she couldn't do this she had to stop! She pulled a tissue from a pocket in her pants and pressed it to the wound to try to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to pour.
She felt light headed and slightly dizzy. Her vision began to blur and a chocked sob escaped from her lips. "No, please no." She clutched her wrist and sobbed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Then she heard a noise and she tried to lift her head but was to weak. She heard foot steps and then she felt a pair of strong arms lift her from the ground.
"Jamie... Jamie hold on." She heard a voice say as her rescuer began to run, holding her tightly in his arms. He knew her name... He was saving her.
She had never thought her Guardian Angel would wear black leather.
AN: Well how do you like it so far? The next chapter will probably be up tomorrow, I just have some revisions left to do. Please review and tell me what you think... It will make me write faster. :)
It was cold. It was so cold and it was the middle of spring. The flowers gave of a soft scent even as their petals were closed to the soft night breeze. The flowers freshened the warm spring air but the young woman huddled under the bleachers didn't notice, she only felt cold. The bleachers would be full of students cheering on their school soccer team the next morning, then someone would find her body and scream, and then she would finally get her fifteen minutes of fame.
She had planned the whole thing. The small knife in her hand gleamed in the light from the moon as she pressed it against the paper-thin skin of her wrist. She would be noticed, even if she couldn't be alive to enjoy it. The blade felt warm against her skin and she shivered from fear. She closed her eyes and thought of all the reasons why she was there, crouching under the blue and white bleachers, with a knife pressed to her wrist.
She thought of her father who worked all day, and then drank until he passed out at night. How he never paid any attention to her unless there was no liquor left in the house, and how she always woke up with bruises the next morning. She thought of her mother, who had left her alone with her father when she was seven. How her mother had left because her husband didn't fulfill her needs anymore. She especially thought of the teachers and kids at her school. How the teachers simply passed over her because she did not get either horrible or excellent grades. How her classmates ignored her because she was not exceptionally pretty, or good at sports, or rich.
No longer would she be pushed into the background, she would be the center of attention; even if she had to kill herself to achieve that goal. She lifted her face to the sky, the light from the moon shined in her dusty blonde hair and made the tears streaming down her thin face glimmer. Her violet colored eyes searched the sky for something to give her hope that she would reach heaven. She saw nothing, even the stars seemed to turn away from her.
The hand holding the knife shook as she pressed it to her left wrist. She was going to do this, it was the only The The blade sank into her skin and cut a vertical gash about one and a half inches long. The knife dropped from her hand and she grabbed her wrist. The pain was incredible as blood poured from the wound and onto the grass. No, she couldn't do this she had to stop! She pulled a tissue from a pocket in her pants and pressed it to the wound to try to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to pour.
She felt light headed and slightly dizzy. Her vision began to blur and a chocked sob escaped from her lips. "No, please no." She clutched her wrist and sobbed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Then she heard a noise and she tried to lift her head but was to weak. She heard foot steps and then she felt a pair of strong arms lift her from the ground.
"Jamie... Jamie hold on." She heard a voice say as her rescuer began to run, holding her tightly in his arms. He knew her name... He was saving her.
She had never thought her Guardian Angel would wear black leather.
AN: Well how do you like it so far? The next chapter will probably be up tomorrow, I just have some revisions left to do. Please review and tell me what you think... It will make me write faster. :)