Blood Drops on Every Finger

I wrote this in like seventh grade so it kinda sucks xD

I’d never feared death nor injury, but now life seems important.  I owe everything to you and your feelings toward me.  Without you, I would be dead inside.  Please don’t desert me and let me die.

           

            Dear James,

 

                 If you leave this world before me, I

            will follow soon after.  My life is nothing

            without your warm, sweet presence.

            I love you.

                       

                        Love,

                             Lyndsay

 

            Everyone jumped up and flew out the door when the bell rang.  James and I got up and held hands as we walked to the door.  We hugged each other and I wished we could see each other and because I missed him tons over spring break and summer vacation is five times longer.

            “I’ll call you!” he said and walked out the school doors.  I boarded the bus and the ride home seemed to go by fast.

            James called me the next day and invited me to New Moon (Twillight’s sequel).  When he told me he bought tickets for Sunday, which was tomorrow, I almost screamed with delight.  I rushed through the day and when I woke up to the phone ringing the next day, I realized the clock said 9:30 am.  I jumped out of bed and flung the phone open.  It was James.

            “Hey, it’s Lyndsay” I said to my cell.

            “Lyndsay, the movie starts in half an hour.  Want me to pick you up?”  He asked.

            “That would be great!  Can Alice drive?  Sorry, but your dad tries to scare me and your mom has to work.” I replied.

            “Good idea,” he complimented.  “Alice, can you drive us to the movies?”

            “Us meaning you and who?”  I heard in the background.

            “Lyndsay!  Remember our date?”  He barely whispered.

            “Oh yeah.  Of course I’ll take you two.  You’re my favorite two people.  Well my favorites that are younger than me.“  She went on, “Okay.  Let us go.”

 

***

 

            We finally arrived at the theater.  Alice bought us pop and popcorn because she couldn’t stay.

            I was so glad he let me cry on his shoulder when Edward left.  I knew it was going to happen, but it sounds so unbelievable.  I was okay for the rest the movie because I knew neither of them would die.  The werewolves looked just like I imagined them.  James didn’t like it when they killed Laurent because that was his favorite character.

            I think we were both trembling when we walked outside (I know I was).

            Alice was in her yellow Porsche waiting for us.  “How was the movie?” she asked as we crammed in.

            “Great.” We replied without much enthusiasm.

            “Okay, something’s wrong.  You’re both shaking.  Was it scary?” She wondered, concerned.

            “No, it’s nothing.  The same thing happens whenever I read one of the books.  I think James is shaking because I am.” I forced out.

            “Lyndsay, I don’t believe a word you said.” She told me.

            “Well, you should, because it’s the truth.  I think it’s the intensity of it all.  I could barely sit still.”  I convinced her.  I knew something was wrong with Alice.  She never notices things like that.

            “You’re right.” The stranger said.  I looked around, bewildered.  “You should know I’m talking to you.”  She encouraged as she drew a gun.  “Now I have to kill you both because you know.”

            I opened the car door so I could get away.  James sprinted alongside me.  The stranger shot at me, but James dove in front of the bullet.  “Lyndsay,” He said.  “I love you.”  I put my hands on his chest and had blood drops on every finger when I removed it.  I pulled the note out of my pocket as I did with a gun.  I aimed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger.

 

            Dear James,

 

                 If you leave this world before me, I

            will follow soon after.  My life is nothing

            without your warm, sweet presence.

            I love you.

                       

                        Love,

                             Lyndsay