Thread: Between Heaven and Hell (Sleepy & Candy)

I'm sorry but it's terminal, we estimate that you have a total of- the doctor fell silent his eyes flicking down from his patient down to his clipboard. About six months, I think final arrangements should be made, I'm very sorry. The words didn't seem real, was it really true? There was no way that it could be true! She as only twenty! Just turned too! For a long while, Alex sat silently on the exam table, her heart hammering wildly in her chest, mind a tempest of emotions. Anger, sadness, despair, even a little hope, but all mixed together into a great torrent. Let's go. The deep voice of Andy, a tall, slender young man with dark hair that reached about his shoulder blades, gestured for the young woman to grab her clothes. The raven haired young woman nodded, moving mechanically from the table to the chair where her clothes lay in a messy pile. Everything felt so out of place, so strange, as if all of this was just a very bad dream that she would wake up from soon. Andy would be there, holding her hand, whispering how she had been having a nightmare. But each time that Alex tried to blink away the dream, she realized that it wasn't leaving and that this was the cold, hard truth standing in front of her. Once she dressed, she and the tattooed young man walked through the white, sterile hallways, neither exchanging a word. Andy's beautiful sapphire gaze was sent into a deep scowl, Alex assumed he wasn't thrilled with the idea of losing his girlfriend. I'm sorry- she murmured, hoping to ease the anger that was probably mixing into his blood like a dangerous poison, Nothing can be done. Alex almost wanted to ask how that was an appropriate response, but she sighed and followed the man through the sliding double doors. It was a short walk from the hospital to the black Corvette, the familiar shape that Alex knew meant Andy was not far from. The young man walked around the side of the car towards the driver's side, his ripped jeans and tattered shirt giving him that 'rocker-esk' appearance. It was one of the reasons that she had fallen for him as fast and as hard as she had. He was 'the bad boy' the kind of boy that her mother had warned about. Alex couldn't help herself. When the sound of the lock popped somewhere below her, she climbed into the car, but stopped when Andy didn't start the car. I can't do this, his black magic voice making the young woman look up from strapping herself in. Hm? She had missed his comment, this made him sigh, I. Can't. Do. This. He made sure to emphasis each word nice and clearly, driving his point home. Can't do what? She knew exactly what he was talking about, but he wasn't really leaving her because she was dying , was he? In that moment, he turned towards her, locked those beautiful eyes with her emerald ones and made sure she understood. I can't try and fall and love with you, knowing that I don't have much time left with you. That's like giving me a puppy and then letting me get attached to it and then killing it. It was a poor analogy to say the least, but regardless, Alex couldn't bring herself to tears, I understand. Was all she said, unstrapping herself and stepping out of the car. Wait, Alexis, I-I can still take you home, it's miles from your apartment. She nodded but turned and started to walk, Andy's voice fading into a dark haze of emotions. Nearly four hours later did the young woman stumble into her single bedroom apartment, her breath raspy as she shut the door behind her with a quiet click. It was then that the floodgates were opened with extreme force. You did this to me! She screamed, her eyes directed at the ceiling, her anger directed at God. You took everything I loved! First you take my mom, then you give me Andy and yet you took him and my damn life! What more do you want from me? Haven't you taken enough? Ahh! She bellowed, slamming her fist against the door with a loud bang. She was so anger, so desperate, that walking back to her room where she and Andy would lay there for hours, talking, seemed an almost impossible feat. When she had finally reached her bed, she fell against it, sobbing into the black, silver and gold comforter, finding a single space that still smelled of Andy. Cigarettes and Aqua by Calvin Kline. Please, I don't wanna die, she whimpered into her arms, sniveling pathetically, I'll do anything, please don't let me die, I-I'm scared.