new girl (part 3)

chapter 4

DREW'S POV.

I burst straight up in my bed, heart pounding, sweat pouring, gasping for air. I pulled oxygen in through my lungs, and if I weren’t on land, I would’ve sworn I went out for a swim. I was soaked in sweat, my boxers clinging to my legs, hair plastered to my whole head. I wiped dripping sweat from my face, groaning.

My stomach lurched, but not like I was going to through up. It twisted and knotted, my heart sinking. Something was wrong. Not with me, but something was. My heart twisted as if Valery broke my heart. I felt sadness seep into me, through my pores making me nothing but a depressed ghost.

Something was wrong.

Hurry. A voice whispered into my ear.

I jumped up from my bed, pulling on yesterday’s jeans and a hoodie. No time for shirts or shoes. I fumbled with my buttons, as I pounded down the hall, swiping my keys of the counter. My mom gave me a bewildered look from the kitchen, as I sprinted to the door.

“Drew?!”

I flung it open, running to my car which was parked at the sidewalk in front of my house. I ran around to the driver’s side, throwing myself in and put the car into drive. I slammed the gas to the floor, peeling away from the sidewalk as my mother ran out, clutching her robe. She yelled something, but I kept going.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I ended up sprinting up Valery’s porch stairs, then her house stairs, my feet thundering against the walls. Alaric sprinted to me, barking wildly. I stopped, kneeling in front of him.

“Alaric! What is it boy, what is it?” I felt desperate to get this sinking feeling out of my stomach.

Alaric gave a huge whine, and grabbed the front of my hoodie, dragging me a few inches. He barks wildly, his eyes wild. He turns and runs into Val’s room. My heart drops.

No. Please, God, no.

Everything becomes slow motion. Why does everything go into slow motion when things go wrong? It takes me a day, a week, a year, to get to her bedroom door. Another year to push the cracked door open. And another for my eyes to work. Another for my lips to work. Another for my feet to work.

But no amount of years could prepare me for this. Not a million years.

She laid on her white carpet, and she looked like a porcelain doll. Her white dress stained red. Her pouty lips as red as her blood. Her white carpet pooled with the dark substance, her paled skin, bleeding. Bleeding. The word echoed in my mind. It moved my feet. It moved my lips. It moved my eyes.

“No!” I screamed, running to her side, dropping down next her. I touch her face, tears streaming down my face. She moans, still alive.

“Oh, God, Valery, baby. Baby, it’s okay.” I suck in air. If I got here faster, if I…God dammit. I hear the garage door open.

“Val, I’m going to get your uncle, okay? Okay? Baby?” My knees started getting soaked with her blood, pooling around her.

I stand, running down the hall, tromping down the stairs. The front door opened. Uncle Riley looked mad as he walked in, seeing me.

“It’s Val,” I gasped, why couldn’t I get the words out fast enough? “She’s…she’s- she’s-”

“Spit out, boy.” He growled, looking at my bloody knees.

“She’s dying! She’s dying!” he looks at me with shock, not moving, “God, dammit! Do something! Call the cops! She’s dying!” I scream at him, I turn, racing back up the stairs, almost tripping. I can’t see, the tears are blinding me.

I come back to her side, she turns her head, looking up at me. She smiled weakly. I cry.

She lifts her hand up, the blood from her wrists on her hand. I don’t care. I bring her hand to my face, putting it to the side of my face, I sob.

“Valery, Val, baby. No.” I feel my heart breaking.

“Drew… I love …you.” She was crying now, too.

“Why? Val, why? Was I not good enough?” I picked her up softly, bringing her in my lap.

“You…were…I wasn’t. I couldn’t do it anymore.” She swallowed, and I saw the struggle in talking, and keeping her eyes open.

“Do what?” It came out harsh. She just smiled.

“Living…Drew, I love you….I love you so much, and when I die, I want you to love someone as much as I love you.” She licked her lips, her eyes half open.

“You’re not going to die, baby.” I sobbed.

“I am. Promise me…promise you’ll love another girl, Drew…” her body started going limp.

“No. I only love you, Val. I don’t want another girl. You’re not going. To. Die.” I shake my head viciously. Uncle Riley comes in, gasping. He runs to her other side, Alaric whines.

“I was already dead.” She dips her head back. I can’t explain this- this pain that I’m going through. I felt something tearing down inside, destroying everything.

“Don’t. Valery, no. Help is on the way. Help is almost here. Please, fight it, Valery. Baby, please.” I cry, rocking her.

Riley cries silently from the side, Alaric keeps whining pathetically.

“I love you.” Her eyes held onto my mine, and I watched the light go out in her grey eyes. Those were her last words.

I screamed and sobbed, shaking her, trying to wake her back up. Trying to wake myself up. This was all just a dream. A nightmare. But I felt harsh hands clutch my shoulders, ripping Valery’s limp body from my grasp, pulling me away from my world. My love. My rock.

And that’s how the world ended.


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