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Hi, my name is Baby
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 4.67 with 18 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-08-15 19:49:46 |
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A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I know I'm probably rushing things to fast for Baby and Z but I have a sudden inspiration. Enjoy.
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The funeral for my little brother had to hurt the most. I sat in one of the pews during the Visitation,not moving. I kept my eyes down and unfocused. I was determined to look at anything but the body of Michael. I felt someone slid into the pew beside me and take hold of my hand. I sighed and looked up to find Z sitting there.
"You okay?" Z asked.
He was a little closer then needed.
"I guess." I shrugged.
Z scooted closer and he put our grasped hands on his legs.
I felt goosebumps rise up on my arms and I hope Z didn't notice. He scooted in a little more,and I had to fight not to shiver from excitement. I soon remembered I was at the funeral of my little brother who always said Z and I would get together. Who,in the right mind that is,would stab a poor defenseless child? I felt Z's breath on my neck and I felt my get stuck in my chest.
Nobody was noticing.
Z was so close now that I could count the very few freckles on his nose. He was leaning in. I found myself leaning in for the little bit of space that remained. His grip was loosening. We were millimeters apart. Why was he looking at me that way. I found myself mimicking his expression.
It happened.
Our lips landed together but for some reason neither of us broke apart. My eyes closed. I couldn't help it. I had waited for this for so long. Nobody said a word. I felt His hands running through my hair. I opened my eyes a little to see his were closed to. I closed mine back and we finally broke apart.
That had to be the best moment of my life.
I burst into tears.
"Baby!" Z cried out.
"Oh Z," I sobbed, "Mike would have been so happy just then. Screaming, 'Ew! I told you so Baby,I told you so!' He's the only one who called me Baby at my house."
Was it normal at funerals to find it hard to breath?
Z's hand was back in mine but I couldn't bear to hold on,do to Michael's voice echoing in my head. His laughing face and joyful eyes were all I could see. I loved that little boy more then anything in my life. I worshiped his life above mine.
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My lit candles cast eerie shadows over everything.
A knife lay before me,as I sat criss cross on my floor,my back leaned up against my bed. For some reason this was coming a little to easy. It's gonna be my first time to ever do it,but,I couldn't help but feel calm. Like this was a needy thing.
I reached out for the knife and picked it up.
My heart skipped a few beats.
I broke the knife down to my left wrist. It hovered a few inches above it. What should the first cut be for? My very first cut ever should be for someone loving and important in my life.
For Michael.
A gasp of delight left my lips as the first drop of blood appeared. I was a little more confident now.
For Z.
Another drop of blood.
For this sucky life.
My third cut.
Michael's death.
My wrist was now bleeding freely. I kept slashing at my wrist till I ran out of reasons now I was just cutting it out of mere boredom. I finally decided to stop when I think I had gotten to far below my skin. I picked up my paper towel and began to dab at the blood thinking Z was right the whole time,
cutting helped a lot. |
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