Death would be an awfully big adventure. | Drabble.
The sleeping bundle jolted upright on the bed, sleepy blue eyes darting around the darkened room in search for threat but found none, the silence hung thickly in the air which made her acutely aware just how lonely she felt. Her brows furrowed, completely at a lost as to what had caused her to wake up so suddenly or why she was suddenly sweating despite feeling cold and her breathing so heavy.
The confused Laela got her answer as she doubled over and groaned loudly, clutching her abdomen when she felt a sharp pain shoot through her as if something was tearing her from the inside out. ”Oh my g-god..” She stammered as the attack subsided but was still present, like a million needles were pricking her intestines trying to rupture it. The pain… It was beyond anything she has ever experienced making her eyes water and her throat began tightening up, making it even harder to breath. Her body’s immediate reaction was to cough to clear the airway, and cough she did; so hard that it felt like her lungs were about to pop out.
When she managed to stop coughing, she felt warm liquid trickling down her chin and she wiped it away. She gasped at what she saw then she began panting like a dog dying of thirst and her hands shook intensely. Panic gripped tightly onto her heart at the sight of crimson against her pale fingers. Laela didn't understand what had brought on such pain but it sure explained why she had been feeling out of sorts since late afternoon, which she shrugged off as exhaustion and hoped it was merely that. Her breathing slowed as the pain faded away, and just when she thought it was nothing, she doubled over while holding her abdomen just groaning when the pain came back with a vengeance.
Fat droplets made their way down her face as she tried as hard as she could to endure the sharp clawing feeling inside her, clutching her shirt so tight that her knuckles turned white and sweat formed across her forehead. It was too much for a weakling like her to take, and the pain was different this time - earlier on it was a sudden pain but it stops for a while before hitting her again, but now it was continuously stabbing her. She knew then something was wrong, what exactly she wasn't sure but Laela knew she needed help before it got worst. She didn't dare think of what could be worst than this agony but she had a faint idea of what it could be.
"W-what... W-What is hap-p.. pening.." The broken doll stammered, reaching for her phone on the bedside table with trembling hands knowing that she needed to call for help. But just as her fingers were inches away from help, a sharp pain shot up her sides and she started with a cry forward just pushing her phone and the bottle of whiskey tumbling onto the ground. The bottle landed with a crash before she followed suit, crying out when the broken glasses cut into her skin though it was a mere prickle compared to whatever it was tearing up her insides. There she was on the ground in a heap of sobbing mess, the clawing feeling continued making its presence known, making her sputter up more blood onto the marbled floor, staining it crimson from her cuts as well.
Gathering whatever strength she had left, she reached for her cellphone but it was just a hair too far away from her fingers. "N-No..." Another groan left her lips along with a sob, she wondered why life was this cruel to her. It was bad enough that she was in so much agony but of course things had to be harder than it already was for her. Laela struggled hard but she managed to get herself up on her elbows, crawling towards her phone and caring not that the glasses ebbed deeper into her skin, her mind focused on one thing. Laela cried harder, groaning and clutching her shirt tighter as the action merely aggravated her pains even more but still she forced herself to pull her phone closer to dial a number she knew by heart without even intending to.
The dialling tone seemed to go on forever, the wait driving her insane along with the sharp stabbing in her abdomen and her hand began trembling like a leaf with the effort of holding the phone close. Then she heard his voice and she let out a ragged breath in relief, it was like a light at the end of the dark tunnel. But then her heart clenched painfully when she realized it was just a recording. He didn't answer her call. Again. "C-Charles.... Help m-me... It.. H-Hurts..." Laela stammered, her voice soft as she tried to speak clearly through the tightening of her throat. Her vision began to blur as her head began to spin, she could barely feel her phone when she caught it and her breathing was ragged. There was no telling how she knew it but she did, she could feel her life slipping through her fingers like wisps of smokes through solids.
"I-I'm... S-Sorry... A-All I.. want is... W-Want.. to s-see you smile... A-At me.. And.. H-hear your v-voice and.. laugh..." Her weak voice was cut off as and she groaned loudly before letting out a cry of anguish. The pain reached a new height - it wasn't tearing her up from the inside any more, something was ripping her apart an inch at a time. "Want... To s-see you... One.. l-last time... " Her voice trailed off until all she could manage was manic panting in between pants and groans. How ironic that after all the painful lonely days she has endured, this was how her life would end - laying in a pool of her own blood in the guest room of her home. Alone.
Laela curled up further into herself while clinging onto her shirt as if it will keep her in this world any longer, she was sobbing as she waited for the eternal darkness to come swallow her whole. All those times where she wished for death, a selfish escape from her lonely life, she wanted to take them all back. She would give up anything just for another day, one chance to see Charles and perhaps see Michael again. She never even got to be happy, not even once and she will never know what it's like to be loved in return - to have someone hold her like she meant something to them. She sputtered up more blood after choking on it and she gasped for air, her lungs slowly began caving in on itself. "Laela!?"
The rough male voice tore her away from the darkness, but she couldn't lift her head nor respond other than groan softly. It wasn't the man she had wanted to see so desperately - it was Preston and currently, he was her saving grace. "What the hell happened!?" The man didn't give her much time to gather her voice before he was barking orders at someone else before he started sprinting in a direction she knew not of. Laela felt him scooping her off the damp and cold floor making her whimper as the action hurt her more, but he cradled her like one would with a sleeping child. "You're going to be fine Laela. We're bringing you to the hospital and everything is going to be fine." Her fingers curled into his crisp shirt holding on for dear life literally as she began choking up more blood and staining his white shirt with her blood. "Don't let go. You're going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine."
The brunette wanted to believe in her bodyguard's words, so much, but she could feel the cold settle in, gripping her tightly like a snake and there was no chance for her. "C-Cold..." She stuttered as her entire body began to shake uncontrollably as the man's arms around her tightened. "P-Prest... Am n-not ready to g-go... N-Never... Got to b-be happy... Haven't f-found someone... Who l-loves me.." The wife to be began panting and gasping for air, her throat tightened making it harder to breathe and stars began dancing in her vision of the world darkening. There was no more time for her. It's all coming to an end. "T-Tell Charles… I’m s-sorry and.. T-that I..”
The broken woman doubled over, crying loudly as a million knives went through her and then slumped against Preston's chest like a rag doll. “Tell.. H-him.. I.. I’ll a-always.. Love…..” Her voice trailed off as her eyelid drooped but she clung on with whatever strength she had left but she was losing feeling in her fingers, their grip loosening on the damp fabric and dropping onto her lap. But there was nothing left for the dark haired dreamer; she was to leave without so much as a glimpse of her fiancé's face. All she would be greeted with is the cold and dark hallway leading to her demise.
Idly she wondered what would be waiting for her after the end of this life, if she'd be able to see God and question him, why he'd put her all those heartache just to take her away without so much a taste of happiness. Then she wondered how everyone's life would be - perhaps everyone will fare better; Charles will no longer have a thorn in his side, no one would ever have to listen to her whine and her parents... They wouldn't have a disappointment for a daughter. Everyone would be better off and happier without her.
Faintly she heard someone calling for her, so many unfamiliar voices telling her to hold on for her own sake and Laela really wanted to, so much. But there was no strength left in her fingers to cling on to life, nor was there any left in her heart. Death would be an adventure far too big for someone as small as Laela Steele, but it was one she had no choice but to take.
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