Nemis Nefarious
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Like rain coming down on a window pane, His tears for her fell onto his glasses. Blurring his vision to obscurity. She could have held on longer. Long enough for him to finally have given her his answer. He tasted the bitter flavor of regret on the tip of his tongue, while his tie suffocated him. Angrily, he tore at the knot, and soon gave up on it with a sob. The heart monitor gave that damning ring, like a siren in the distance, only its tone never changed from the tenacious wail of his failure. Looking up slowly, he hoped that it was all a prank, that she would be smiling as usual, and whisper, "Gotcha." One more time. Thousands of games, and tricks left in the past, now lost there as the walls of the hospital room closed in around him. "B-Bailey...Please..." He hiccupped through a racking sob, and grasped her hand suddenly. A nurse tried to calm him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, but it seemed to burn against his skin, making him shrug her off violently. He grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Wake up! Bailey, it's not fun anymore! I have to tell you! I can't let you go without you knowing! I-I.... I love you Bailey. It took me this long to finally say it. But... But you're just going to ignore me. Just like my parents! Carry, and Jeffrey!" He screamed loudly, even making his own ears hurt as his exclamation shattered through the call of his once dear friend's state of mortality, sang to him by the monotonous machine. Cancer was a hell of a way to see your best friend taken from this world.
He was taken from the hospital by his friend after a while. How long, even now he couldn't say. He remembered the nurse speaking of security, and a man coming in with a badge, and in a black uniform. Thankfully Alex had convinced them of his friend's mental instability. Even after a month, he was still stuck in a state of shock. Of total numbness.
Three months had passed, and he hasn't gone a day without reliving that moment in the patient room. The moment his childhood friend's heart finally went still. Just like that, he was crying again. The therapist cooed softly. "Go ahead Joey, let it out. Just let it all out. You'll feel better." But this was the ninth visit to her office, and he knew he wasn't getting results. How could he when all he saw was Bailey's face with that pained, and terrified expression forever frozen on such a beautiful face. Sometimes he could find himself in the days when they were sitting in his room, her playing with his hair, and whispering about the latest guy she rejected. "He brought me flowers J.J. Who does that these days?" She would turn him around by the cheeks, and plant a kiss on his forehead. "Have you found a lady friend yet? That Lisa chick was asking about you at work again." He would huff, and turn back around, while rolling his eyes. "Just get out of my room please? I have work to do. These drafts are already overdue."
He always working. She would complain about that every day. "Why are you killing yourself for a magazine that doesn't even publish what you drew for yourself? They only publish what they tell you to draw. Fucking assholes." He would get mad about her language, but really, she was absolutely right. He worked his ass off for the magazine. The least they could have done was put at least one of his works in the Fan-art forum.
Ten months had gone by now, and he was still in his room. Flipping through the photo albums. Where he could see her smile; could see her angry. Was he going crazy? Did she move in that picture? He looked again, and there she was. Forever frozen in an attempt to blow out the trick candles on her twenty second birthday cake. He smiled down at her as she went to cannon ball into the lake. Trapped in the air just above the water's surface. He fell asleep with his face against her smiling up through the xerox.
It was that damn laugh again! He woke up, and slammed the window open for the umpteenth time tonight. Looking frantically for the source of that giggling bitch who kept disturbing his sleep. Well if he had been sleeping, more like thrashing against the nightmares. Then saw her "Bailey!" There she was. Perched on the oak tree limb just below his window. She used to love sneaking from her house, and climbing to his window, and make him think a ghost was scratching against the glass. I guess now, there really was a ghost spying on his sleeping form. He blinked. And the girl was gone. It couldn't have been Bailey anyway.
"Joey?" His eyes snapped open. He had been woken up with some one calling to him for the past week now. And he had gotten fed up with it. Even going as far as sound proofing his room with egg cartons, and foam pads. But what he had seen wasn't ever there the past few night. Bailey sat at his bedside, just like she had been the night she confessed to him. The night she finally came right out and said it. "I'm in love with you Joey. No one else. And never will there be a man as great as you, as kind, and as handsome." He hated doing it. He hated making her feel ashamed for feeling the way she had. He rejected her feelings. Even telling her she was insane, and brain adled. Boy was he right on that assumption. Three days later they got the diagnosis. But here she was. Two years later. On the day she left him forever. At the exact same time of night too. "Joey. Was there something you wanted to tell me?" She whispered. Her hand falling into his. But he couldn't feel her touch. He couldn't grasp her palm in his own. But she was there! He turned away. But when he heard her sob quietly he faced her again. Her own face buried I'm her hands. "Not again... Please... Don't reject me again...." He couldn't help himself then. He reached for her, and this time he felt something solid, as he hugged her tightly to his chest and began crying noisily. "N-no Bailey! I won't let you go again. I love you! I've been in love with you after the first night. I couldn't face you with this after I said such mean things. B-but now you're gone! I can't ever have you back. And I can't live like this anymore! I needed you, I still do!" Bailey sobbed into his shoulder, and soon Joey felt his body growing cold. "D-do you mean it? Do you really love me? Like I love you?" She asked almost silently. He cupped her face with shaky hands. And without thinking, he kissed her. Lightly at first, but soon it became a feverish embrace. Smashing his lips against her own. All the while he grew colder, and colder. "Hush now It'll be alright." She whispered as they disconnected. Her hands pressed against his cheeks. "We're going on a trip, like we used to when we were kids, remember? But this time, we're not coming back... I-is that okay?" She asked with an uncertain sob.
It was three days before they found the body of Joseph Keplum in his room. Clinging to a photo album as if it were trying to be stolen away. No suspicion of foul play was reported in the papers, but police forensics had noted that there were strange bruises on both cheeks. As if some one had been pressing his face between their palms with unfathomable strength. Alex had given his friend's Eulogy at the funeral. Saying that after two long, and dark years. He was finally with his grade school sweet heart. How close he was to the truth, only death, and the goddess knows.
-For DarklyRobin, and GantzManie-
Like rain coming down on a window pane, His tears for her fell onto his glasses. Blurring his vision to obscurity. She could have held on longer. Long enough for him to finally have given her his answer. He tasted the bitter flavor of regret on the tip of his tongue, while his tie suffocated him. Angrily, he tore at the knot, and soon gave up on it with a sob. The heart monitor gave that damning ring, like a siren in the distance, only its tone never changed from the tenacious wail of his failure. Looking up slowly, he hoped that it was all a prank, that she would be smiling as usual, and whisper, "Gotcha." One more time. Thousands of games, and tricks left in the past, now lost there as the walls of the hospital room closed in around him. "B-Bailey...Please..." He hiccupped through a racking sob, and grasped her hand suddenly. A nurse tried to calm him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, but it seemed to burn against his skin, making him shrug her off violently. He grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Wake up! Bailey, it's not fun anymore! I have to tell you! I can't let you go without you knowing! I-I.... I love you Bailey. It took me this long to finally say it. But... But you're just going to ignore me. Just like my parents! Carry, and Jeffrey!" He screamed loudly, even making his own ears hurt as his exclamation shattered through the call of his once dear friend's state of mortality, sang to him by the monotonous machine. Cancer was a hell of a way to see your best friend taken from this world.
He was taken from the hospital by his friend after a while. How long, even now he couldn't say. He remembered the nurse speaking of security, and a man coming in with a badge, and in a black uniform. Thankfully Alex had convinced them of his friend's mental instability. Even after a month, he was still stuck in a state of shock. Of total numbness.
Three months had passed, and he hasn't gone a day without reliving that moment in the patient room. The moment his childhood friend's heart finally went still. Just like that, he was crying again. The therapist cooed softly. "Go ahead Joey, let it out. Just let it all out. You'll feel better." But this was the ninth visit to her office, and he knew he wasn't getting results. How could he when all he saw was Bailey's face with that pained, and terrified expression forever frozen on such a beautiful face. Sometimes he could find himself in the days when they were sitting in his room, her playing with his hair, and whispering about the latest guy she rejected. "He brought me flowers J.J. Who does that these days?" She would turn him around by the cheeks, and plant a kiss on his forehead. "Have you found a lady friend yet? That Lisa chick was asking about you at work again." He would huff, and turn back around, while rolling his eyes. "Just get out of my room please? I have work to do. These drafts are already overdue."
He always working. She would complain about that every day. "Why are you killing yourself for a magazine that doesn't even publish what you drew for yourself? They only publish what they tell you to draw. Fucking assholes." He would get mad about her language, but really, she was absolutely right. He worked his ass off for the magazine. The least they could have done was put at least one of his works in the Fan-art forum.
Ten months had gone by now, and he was still in his room. Flipping through the photo albums. Where he could see her smile; could see her angry. Was he going crazy? Did she move in that picture? He looked again, and there she was. Forever frozen in an attempt to blow out the trick candles on her twenty second birthday cake. He smiled down at her as she went to cannon ball into the lake. Trapped in the air just above the water's surface. He fell asleep with his face against her smiling up through the xerox.
It was that damn laugh again! He woke up, and slammed the window open for the umpteenth time tonight. Looking frantically for the source of that giggling bitch who kept disturbing his sleep. Well if he had been sleeping, more like thrashing against the nightmares. Then saw her "Bailey!" There she was. Perched on the oak tree limb just below his window. She used to love sneaking from her house, and climbing to his window, and make him think a ghost was scratching against the glass. I guess now, there really was a ghost spying on his sleeping form. He blinked. And the girl was gone. It couldn't have been Bailey anyway.
"Joey?" His eyes snapped open. He had been woken up with some one calling to him for the past week now. And he had gotten fed up with it. Even going as far as sound proofing his room with egg cartons, and foam pads. But what he had seen wasn't ever there the past few night. Bailey sat at his bedside, just like she had been the night she confessed to him. The night she finally came right out and said it. "I'm in love with you Joey. No one else. And never will there be a man as great as you, as kind, and as handsome." He hated doing it. He hated making her feel ashamed for feeling the way she had. He rejected her feelings. Even telling her she was insane, and brain adled. Boy was he right on that assumption. Three days later they got the diagnosis. But here she was. Two years later. On the day she left him forever. At the exact same time of night too. "Joey. Was there something you wanted to tell me?" She whispered. Her hand falling into his. But he couldn't feel her touch. He couldn't grasp her palm in his own. But she was there! He turned away. But when he heard her sob quietly he faced her again. Her own face buried I'm her hands. "Not again... Please... Don't reject me again...." He couldn't help himself then. He reached for her, and this time he felt something solid, as he hugged her tightly to his chest and began crying noisily. "N-no Bailey! I won't let you go again. I love you! I've been in love with you after the first night. I couldn't face you with this after I said such mean things. B-but now you're gone! I can't ever have you back. And I can't live like this anymore! I needed you, I still do!" Bailey sobbed into his shoulder, and soon Joey felt his body growing cold. "D-do you mean it? Do you really love me? Like I love you?" She asked almost silently. He cupped her face with shaky hands. And without thinking, he kissed her. Lightly at first, but soon it became a feverish embrace. Smashing his lips against her own. All the while he grew colder, and colder. "Hush now It'll be alright." She whispered as they disconnected. Her hands pressed against his cheeks. "We're going on a trip, like we used to when we were kids, remember? But this time, we're not coming back... I-is that okay?" She asked with an uncertain sob.
It was three days before they found the body of Joseph Keplum in his room. Clinging to a photo album as if it were trying to be stolen away. No suspicion of foul play was reported in the papers, but police forensics had noted that there were strange bruises on both cheeks. As if some one had been pressing his face between their palms with unfathomable strength. Alex had given his friend's Eulogy at the funeral. Saying that after two long, and dark years. He was finally with his grade school sweet heart. How close he was to the truth, only death, and the goddess knows.
-For DarklyRobin, and GantzManie-
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