My Last Words

"Don't ever die on me, i don't know what i'd do without you.." the words come off his lips. They make me feel warm and giddy inside. "Id have to die too.." he finished and i frowned "Same.. i don't ever want you to leave me"

*1 week later-early in the morning*
We laugh in the back seat, our favorite radio station playing loudly. The woman driving the car looks into the rear-view mirror and smiles at her son and I. We smile back as she swerves easily around a patch of ice on the road. This had already happened several times and each time i jump fearfully into the boy's arms. The mom reaches back toward us and smiles "Easy back there!" she says and swerves over the yellow line. I go to say so but when her eyes turn back to the road a Semi truck hits us, on my side. I scream in terror as we fling over the car barrier and down the hill. He reaches over to grasp me in his arms, but a piece of glass slashes me right in the stomach. The car stops tumbling and we stop at the bottom of the hill. The boy and his mother have minor injuries but the boy reaches for his phone to call 911. I look around and realize why. I'm not okay. I try to move but everything hurts. Sirens sound nearby and men run toward us. They are worried about him but he points to me screaming "Help her!" so they carry me away on a stretcher and i black out

*at the hospital*
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor slows in the corner, the green line pumping itself across the screen with the effort of a train. The white room looks like blotches as my eyes scan for some human existence. A door opens and slams shut as doctors rush in to try whatever they can to save me, but its too late. It has always been to late. As i turn my head to the left with agony, i see a window. On the outside i see soundless bodies fighting each other. Police pull at the person who is throwing himself toward the window. When his face turns i recognize him as the one i love, but in his rampage the police are trying to sedate him. He screams out and tears fill my eyes as i see the words on his lips:
I love you
And as the cops finally get him seated into a chair a terrible pain enters my head as blood seeps from my mouth, bubbling and brewing like a witch's potions, rolling down my face. He see's me, and cries out again. This time my name emanates from his lips as the doctor's move into my view. They hurriedly start to wipe away the blood and connect several IV's. As the final pinch hits my arm i black out, and a great white light enters my view.

*3 days later*
"She only has a few days.. " the doctor whispers to the delicate looking boy beside my bed. His hand is holding mine, our fingers intertwined. I scream, or at least try to, and pull away which causes the doctor to hurry to my side. "Are you oka-" the doctor starts but i point at the boy "Who is he! why is he in my room?" then i realize that I'm covered in bandages and filled with IV needles "Why am i in the hospital!?" The boy reaches towards me and says my name several times, or, at least i think its my name "Shiloh, Shiloh its me!" I swat him away and tears well at my eyes. I should recognize him! i keep screaming to myself inside my head but on the outside i keep pushing him away. He attempts to get closer several times and when he touches my face i scream for security guards "I hate you! you weirdo! Get him out of my room!" The doctor tells me to rest and i do, as soon as that other person leaves. he looks back at me with tears in his eyes and i cry too- but I'm not sure why.

*moral*
The doctors had called the boy's family, as well as the girl's. When they came into the room that morning they found her dead. She had died in her sleep do to a brain anurism. A funeral was soon arranged, all of the girl's friends and family came, but the boy didn't show. The next day was the day of burial. The boy showed up to that and placed a gentle kiss on the girl's lips, putting something into the casket with her. He soon disappeared with water filled eyes. No one saw the boy for about two days and they finally went looking for him. When they opened his closet they saw him hung with a note sticking from his pants pocket. The boy's family was devastated yet pleased, they had taught him to always be there for a girl. The proof was as read:

I'm sorry that I've failed you mom..
But i can't stand that i lived while she died. Her life slipping from my fingers so delicately. Her last words were i hate you, but she had lost her memory.. so i expected as much. The doctor said from the way she acted she was trying to remember but couldn't help her. So when her funeral came and went and i barely showed myself, i decided i wanted to see her face again. I need to hold her tight and kiss her lips and tell her i love her. So I've committed suicide and i left something important on my dresser. Bury me with it, and beside her so we'll always be together.
I love her.. and now I'm with her
good bye -