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If breaking up with him felt like tearing out my own heart, then the moment when the paramedics shook their heads and covered him with a sheet was when the earth shattered and the world ended.
My body moved towards him of its own accord, but strong hands closed around my arms, held me back while screams ripped from my throat. They pulled me away, away from where I needed to be – by his side – if I could just get to him, I could make things better, I could reverse it – I knew this, I could change things, I could make it unhappen.
Even though I was the one who had brought this on him. I was the reason he was lying on the pavement in his own blood, covered by a sheet. Strangers lifted him up, strapped him onto a gurney.
I saw in flashes and disjointed images the emergency crews wheeling him into the back of the ambulance - oh god, they’re taking him away, don’t let them take him away - and his shrouded body vanished behind those metal doors, and I lashed out desperately to get to him once more, every scream burning my throat raw. Blood caught under my fingernails from my arms where I had torn through the fabric of my arm-warmers and through skin.
A pair of voices were trying to penetrate my hysteria but I couldn’t listen. To let their words get past my ears would make it real, and this could not be real. I couldn’t allow it to be, or I would simply fall apart, break into nothingness. The cops beside me – they had taken me away from him, this was their fault, their fault that I couldn’t be with him – couldn’t save him – they held my arms, tried to get me to look at them, told me to calm down. Calm down?! I screamed at them when I heard those words. How can you ask me to calm down?! Let me go to him! Why won't you let me GO!
They finally hauled me to their car, and I continued to struggle but they put me into the back seat, behind bars, shut the door after me. I tore at the handle, grabbed the bars, rattled them until my hands hurt, kicked the seats, but there was no escape. The car started up, and they took me away.
My body moved towards him of its own accord, but strong hands closed around my arms, held me back while screams ripped from my throat. They pulled me away, away from where I needed to be – by his side – if I could just get to him, I could make things better, I could reverse it – I knew this, I could change things, I could make it unhappen.
Even though I was the one who had brought this on him. I was the reason he was lying on the pavement in his own blood, covered by a sheet. Strangers lifted him up, strapped him onto a gurney.
I saw in flashes and disjointed images the emergency crews wheeling him into the back of the ambulance - oh god, they’re taking him away, don’t let them take him away - and his shrouded body vanished behind those metal doors, and I lashed out desperately to get to him once more, every scream burning my throat raw. Blood caught under my fingernails from my arms where I had torn through the fabric of my arm-warmers and through skin.
A pair of voices were trying to penetrate my hysteria but I couldn’t listen. To let their words get past my ears would make it real, and this could not be real. I couldn’t allow it to be, or I would simply fall apart, break into nothingness. The cops beside me – they had taken me away from him, this was their fault, their fault that I couldn’t be with him – couldn’t save him – they held my arms, tried to get me to look at them, told me to calm down. Calm down?! I screamed at them when I heard those words. How can you ask me to calm down?! Let me go to him! Why won't you let me GO!
They finally hauled me to their car, and I continued to struggle but they put me into the back seat, behind bars, shut the door after me. I tore at the handle, grabbed the bars, rattled them until my hands hurt, kicked the seats, but there was no escape. The car started up, and they took me away.
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For the 100 themes challenge, this is 28. Sorrow.
As I was writing it, I kind of became unsure if this was too...strong for sorrow, but here you have it. I may write another piece for this, too - very related!
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As I was writing it, I kind of became unsure if this was too...strong for sorrow, but here you have it. I may write another piece for this, too - very related!
DO NOT USE.
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I really, really like all the intense emotions in this!