Perspective Read Count : 13

Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Her:

I’m trapped in a room roughly the size of half court. I’m tied to a chair. The wall around me are solid glass except I can’t see out of them. 


Him: 

I’m trapped in a room roughly the size of a half court. She’s tied to a chair. The wall around me is solid glass and I can see her. She struggles with her bonds. And I slam myself against the solid mass. 


Her:

I hear a dull thud from the other side like someone or something trying to come in. 


Him: 

She hears me. I yell and scream at the top of my lungs and she focuses on the noise. She can’t make out what I’m saying or that it’s even me. I stop for a moment to catch my breath and stare at her. I’m right here but she can’t see me. 


Her: 

I hear the dull thuds again and again and small yells and screams. I close my eyes and focus in the ropes held behind me. 


Him:

She’s breaking out of her bonds but as soon as she does a knife outta no where plunges itself into her chest. 


Her:

A knife is shoved into my chest with a sickening thud. I wheeze in and out. My hand gather around the wound and cradle the knife like a child. I hear the noise again and imagine it’s someone trying to save me. I gingerly pull the knife out. 


Him: 

“Noo!!!” I inwardly yell and then scream aloud. My voice is dry and rusty. If she pulls the knife out she’ll die and I’m watching her do it. I’m not ready for that to happen. Tears fill my eyes as I watch her suffer. I slam all my body weight into the glass with anger, at whoever’s sick idea of an experiment. 


Her: 

I close my eyes and feel myself fall to the ground my face connects with the cold hard floor covered in my own blood. The wall in front of me shatter into a mess of glass. 


Him: 

The wall gave way under me as it broke, I raced over to where she lay not caring about my own wounds I inquired. She doesn’t respond to my voice or the movements I shake her into. She was slipping. My hands were covered in my blood and hers. I mourn for her. She was the only girl I could ever love in this life and the next. 


Her:

I hear a faint voice, a familiar one. It’s shattered like that wall. I know I can’t fight this death and he knows it too. I let him hold me as I pass into the next life. I suddenly intake a sharp breath, and his eyes widen to the thought I wasn’t gone yet. 


Him: 

“I love you” she wheezes and blood splatters from her mouth. And those were her last words. She closed her eyes in death not to open them again in this life. “I love you too” I cry in a broken heart. My voice stripped to a whisper from the noise I made only minutes earlier before she died. Every thing was in vain. 

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