Untitled and Unfinished

It wasn’t the end but it was supposed to be. 1

Time moves evenly for everyone but certain moments can move faster or slower for some people. This past year has moved by quickly and I’m only now catching up on the thoughts I had long since forgotten.2

My name is Iris.3

I’m dying, sort of. I know if I got up right now I could stagger my way out the front door and run into someone who could help me. The trip to the hospital would be a tad rough but I would make it. Some fresh blood, a week in a deep sleep and a million stitches later I would walk out of the hospital and head home.4

But I’m not going to get up. 5

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve still got some scores to settle, people to meet and a lifetime ahead of me. There’s much to live for and these past two years have been the most satisfying in my 27 years of life. I found love, a friend I can trust and a place I can really call home. My job is wonderful and I could actually say for once I was happy.6

So why am I waiting for death to swoop his dark wings around me and carry me off?7

If I were to get up right now I would be breaking a promise. I usually break them anyway but not to her. To her I can’t break this promise; not again. She’s left already sure and I know she won’t care either way I go but somehow I feel like I owe it to her. 8

Who’s she? She’s my sister, my twin sister Anya. You see, we were orphaned 4 and separated because no one ever wants twins. I had forgotten about her until two weeks ago when she popped that pretty blond head of hers and bright blue eyes into my bar. 9

I see now. I’m smiling though I can’t feel my face anymore.10

My cell phone is ringing somewhere in this room but my ears are clogged and I can’t pin point where it is. Maybe its Colin, he’s always calling me. 11

Colin and I met two years ago at a library. I was searching for anything that would entertain me and he was looking for a partner for the bar he wanted to start up. He wasn’t going to ask me, initially, to be his partner. Actually he was trying to pick me up with his ‘smooth’ lines. We became friends instead and two months later I found myself co-signing for the bar. Best choice I ever made. Not only did I find a great job but I also found a great friend in Colin. 12

It’s taking me a while to loose complete consciousness. I’m clinging to something in my hand and I wish desperately to try to remember what it is. I’ve lost some feeling in my fingertips so it’s hard to just feel its identity.13

Oh, I remember now. It’s my cell phone. It’s still ringing but this time the ringer is different. I lift the phone up to see who’s calling.14

David.15

Dear God its David. My David; the only man I’ll ever love. 16

I move my finger over the green talk button and hold the phone to my ear. I wonder if I can even talk. I was chocked pretty well and I can feel blood coming from the hole in my lip. What do I even say?17

“Hello? Iris? Are you there?”18

His voice is like strawberry milk; a strange thing to compare a voice to but its true. His voice is sweet and thick and goes down right no matter how many times you hear it. His voice is delicious when it’s cold and just as delicious when it’s warm.19

“David…” I can’t hear myself very well but I know he probably only heard some strange sound.20

“Iris? Where are you? I can barely hear you.”21

Ah, so I can speak. I try to clear my voice but it hurts so much I drop the phone. I can hear him continue to call my name and then there is a new sound. He’s talking to someone else, someone who’s with him. I struggle to try to hear who but the phone is on the floor now and I’m on the coffee table.22

Dammed! This was a new coffee table too.23

Silence fills the room again. I guess David hung up. I wonder if he’s on his way. But…how did he know I was here? He’s full of surprises.24

I’m slipping slightly. Darkness fills my vision and I can almost feel nothing at all now.25

I regain some consciousness when I hear voices, loud voices, in the other room. Footsteps echo off the hard wooden and I realize they are wearing shoes. I know I’ve told everyone to take off their shoes before entering. Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?26

I struggle to call out to them to tell them to remove their shoes but I don’t think they heard me…27

Or maybe they did. 28

Hurried footsteps enter the living room and a blinding light fills my vision. I realize now that I’ve been staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and try to turn my head away but a sharp pain explodes in my shoulder and neck and I can hear myself cry out.29

Soft voices are talking quickly over me. I can’t make out who the hell they are. My ears are far too clogged to recognize anything and that light hurts my eyes so badly. I want to tell them to turn the damned light off but nothing comes out this time.30

Hands. I feel hands now. I wonder if I’m being robbed as I’m dying. Or perhaps they are trying to stop the bleeding. Too late buddy; I’ve been here for a spell now and I doubt there is anything that can be done for me now.31

But I don’t want them to help me. I’m supposed to die here. I promised.32

Those hands pick me up and a voice is close to my head, talking to me. I try to make out what the hell they are saying but I’m not picking up words; just sounds. I groan inside and let the person carry me away.33

I wonder if that’s such a good idea since I’ve probably got a few broken bones and I know that knife is still sitting in my shoulder. Perhaps he or she had to pull the knife free to get me off the table. I remember hearing the blade hit the table. But then, if they had; that’s more blood lose and not a very bright idea.34

I feel cold air hitting my fingers. I’m outside. I try to tell me savior to put me down. Well I suppose trying isn’t the right words now, its more like I’m just thinking it and nothing else.35

I loose consciousness here. I’m in a dark place and I’m floating.36

A beeping sound awakens me. It is a steady beeping sound that goes on and on; ringing in my ears and causing me pain.37

I force my eyes open, slowly. It is dark but I recognize the stench of cleaner anywhere. 38

My savior has taken me to a hospital.