Comatose

Comatose.1

“We’re here, we’re hurting, and you need to fucking see that.” 2

-Shade.3

Chapter One.4

“Mine’s Hope.” She smiled as she said it. “Your Hope…”5

-Hope6

Slowly, delicately landing each footstep, hoping, praying that it didn’t look like I was running. In truth, I was. But I couldn’t let them have that satisfaction. I turned the corner, on a dime. And brook down. I tried to be silent, in my weeping, but they could hear. I heard snickers, whispers, piercing like Daggers. Their uncaring eyes, stripping me of my pride. Eventually, the snickers grew silent, and the group moved away. I stopped, holding back my Tears. My whole body trembled, and I cried, so hard. So hard, I didn’t hear her foot steps, so light and graceful, like the beating of wings. I felt her, pale hand entangle mine. Felt it’s coolness for the first time. I didn’t bother looking up. I had no Hope, that it was anyone who actually cared. I had lost Hope, in that somewhere in the first week of High-School. I never understood what I did wrong. I actually tried making friends, which was a big step. Still, no one listened. Oh, but did they look. Everyone looked at me funny. In truth, I couldn’t blame them. I had deep violet eyes. Which, is uncommon, and laughable, I guess. And, I did try and get help. I even asked the teachers… For some kind of help. The thing was, I didn’t have any real proof… It’s not like they were beating me, or anything noticeable. Most of them just said “ You’re just trying to get attention…” or “ those perfect angels would never hurt anyone.7

“Hey now… don’t cry, please…” Came a voice, sweet like pouring Rain. I slowly raised my head, and caught her face. It was pale, as fresh snow, completely devoid of freckles, or any ‘Markings’. She had, three pricings though. One on her bottom right lip, another, on the right side of her nose, and the last, on her left eyebrow. Her hair was black, with purple and blue streaks in it. And, she had strange eyes. Green all along the outside, with a thin stripe of red, on the inside. She was gorgeous. And actually sounded… Sad, to see me… Sad.8

“I-I… I’m sorry” I managed. She smiled a sad smile. I smiled a weak smile. Then I started to cry again.9

I-I… I’m sorry.” I managed. She smiled, a sad smile. I smiled a weak smile back. Then, started to cry again. I buried my head into my knees, again. I heard her sit down beside me, her hand still on mine. I sobbed awhile longer and then, stopped. She was still there, her eyes teary. She smiled though, once she saw my head lift.10

I felt her pale hands dance along my shoulders, along my arm, entangling into my own. I looked up, through tear clouded eyes to her face. It was a strange feeling… One, I wasn’t quite used to. And one, I never wanted to feel again. I saw her face sad… And I almost thought, a tear betrayed her face. I felt horrible, I feel like reaching out, and wiping the tear from her beautiful face. 11

“What’s your name?” was all she said. Nobody had asked me that, beside teachers who even than regretting reading it off, the single name. 12

“ Shade.” I said simply. I had lost use for a last name. I didn’t feel much from them anyways. So I full of it, that’s it. All just a “phase”, just a desperate cry for attention. Adults were are so predictable.13

“ What about you?” I stammered. 14

“ Mine’s Hope.” She smiled as she said it. “ Your Hope…” she whispered, almost to herself. I didn’t understand quite what she meant at the time. It was then that I saw her arms, scarred all cut up. She noticed my eyes wandering her fragile pale arms. She looked away, almost ashamed. That particular day I was wearing a long sleeved Tee. I rolled up the sleeves, showing a set off scars and scabs. Some as fresh as this morning. It was ironic, that I actually had the name ‘Hope’ scarred into my arm… We sat there awhile longer, just wordless, our hands still entangled together. I studied everything about her. Taking in her sweet scent, it smelt like the smell you get after a spring rain. People did walk by us. Occasionally. Some noticed us, others not. Some mumbled “ Stupid Emos…” and others whispered to there friends, who let out a howl of laughter. Others didn’t even notice me. They call me shade, cause not many actually notice me. She stroked my hand as she said. “Don’t listen to them. I know it’s hard. I don’t have man- well, any friends either…”15

“ Well…” I grabbed her hand, with both of mine, and looked her in the eyes “ You’re – we’re- not alone any more. We can… Make it without any of them.” I smiled my first actually smile I had done in quite awhile. She smiled, her hand digging into mine harder now. Tears began to well up in her and my eyes.16

I saw what she had seen, if only for a spilt second. All of the pain, all the sorrow and grief, washed over me. She wiped her tears, faking another smile.17

“Promise me… we’ll make it…” She said, with a sudden urgency. I nodded, managing what I hoped to be, was another smile. She smiled at this, and we held each other closely, ignoring the entire world, everyone. Not like they wanted us anyways…18