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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Jan 2, 2011 23:27:31 GMT
I gave a sharp quick laugh when she told me that she was worried about me. "Eliza?" she whispered, almost as if she feared the answer to her next question. "What the fuck happened to me?" I slowly released my hold on her, and looked her straight in the eye. "Em," I began, tears falling steadily, "You said that you wanted to go for a swim and you went under the water and you didn't come back up." I paused for a breath, trying to avoid making eye contact. "And, and, an-" Tears began to flow heavier as I remembered the terrifying incident. I took a deep breath and continued to speak. "When I pulled you out you weren't breathing...but, but you're ok now." I smiled with relief.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Jan 2, 2011 23:37:37 GMT
"I died" I whispered,more to myself than her. "Shit" It wasonly then that I realised I was shaking with te cold. I got up, Eliza was watching me cautiously. I picked up my jumper and put it on, gathering the rest of my clothes in my hands. "I-I think I should go inside. Maybe get some sleep" I said, faintly. "You go back inside, have fun." I wasnt really sure if I was ok or not.
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Jan 2, 2011 23:52:06 GMT
She seemed kind of freaked out about the whole situation. Heck I was more then kind of freaked out and it didn't even happen to me! She said something about going home to get some sleep. Then something occurred to me, the majority of people who needed to be resuscitated usually stop breathing again within an hour of resuscitation. "No. I think that maybe you should go to hospital." I said as she began to turn away. "Just to be safe." I added quietly.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Jan 3, 2011 0:03:13 GMT
I shook my head. It made it hurt. I hated hospitals. "No, I just wanna lie down." I headed towards the dorms, rufusing to let her take me anywhere else. I was still shivering but I wasn't as dizzy. My mouth was very dry though. When we got into the room I went straight to the mini fridge and got some water. Then I lay down on the bed. "You know, I really don't ever want to die again" I sighed.
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Jan 3, 2011 0:27:23 GMT
I tried to convince her to go to the hospital all the way back to the dorm. But she refused. All she wanted to do was go to bed. when we reached our dorm, she got a bottle of water from the mini fridge, and downed it. 'At least water isn't alcoholic' I thought to myself as she lay down on the bed. "You know, I really don't ever want to die again" She sighed. I laughed slightly. "I don't think anyone wants to die more then once." A really morbid thought came to mind and I voiced it without noticing. "I'd like to freeze to death." I whispered, looking over to Frankie to see her reaction. She just turned on her side and the sound deep, regular breathing from the sleeping Frankie filled the room.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Jan 6, 2011 22:59:35 GMT
I had a dream where I froze to death. It was weird, considering I ad never thought of that before. Well I didn't die cause I woke up just as I was about to. It was about nine when I did wake. The curtain was pulled closed and Eliza was passed out at my feet. I yawned, getting up. My breath stank of alcohol and memories of the night before flooded back to me. A shiver went down my spine as I went to brush my teeth. When I came back into the room, there was an envolope on the floor in front of the door. I picked it up and read the name. Elizabeth Rossmund. I turned the envolope around, there was nothing else wrote anywhere on it. "Eliza?" I whispered, shaking her shoulder. "There's a letter for you."
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Jan 12, 2011 20:36:24 GMT
I was terrified to sleep that night. I had to stay awake and make sure that Frankie was breathing properly. But i soon found myself drifting to sleep to the sound of Frankies deep sleep filled breathing. In my dreams i could see myself asleep in my bed, while Frankie would wake up, spluttering and coughing, until she fell into the peaceful slumber of death. At this point in the dream i would wake up, fear induced sweat covering my body. I would rush over to Frankie and stand over her until i was confident that her breathing was regular. But after a few minutes i found myself drifting to sleep again. This frightening dream would replay its self every time i close my eyes. I began to wake, for the eight time, during the nightmare. But this time it was different. Something seemed off. Frankie was coughing, loud deep coughs, instead of the long wheezing noise i usually woke up to. Thats when i noticed a slight pressure pushing at my shoulder. I opened one of my eyes to see what was happening. Frankie was sanding over me, shaking my shoulder lightly. “Eliza? There’s a letter for you.” She whispered holding up a small white envelope. I reached over and took the letter from her hand. My name was hand written delicately on the face of the envelope. I sat up properly on the foot of frankies bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I turned the envelope over, quietly broke the seal and pulled out the piece of paper resting inside. I unfolded the heavy stationary and read the two sentences that were written on the page. Meet me for lunch. You know where. T. [/size][/i][/center] That one initials was enough to send shivers up my spine.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Feb 2, 2011 14:46:19 GMT
I left her to her letter while I put on a pair of jammie bottoms. I took off Eliza's jumper and put it in the laundry basket, putting on a baggy goodie of mine over my bra. It have a shower in a few minutes. I looked over at Eliza. I wasn't very good at judging peoples emotions but it was easy to see that Eliza was at least a little scared. I didn't want to be nosy but curiosity got the better of me. "What is it?" I asked, trying to work out her initial reaction to my question.
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Feb 3, 2011 21:33:52 GMT
Fear coursed through my veins. What does he want with me? How does he know where I'm staying. One of the main reasons I left home was to get away from him. So many fearful questions raced around my head. I tried to wipe my face of any emotion, like I use to do when I was younger. But I was out of practice, which made it more difficult. Much more difficult. "What is it?" I looked up from the piece of paper to see Frankie leaning over my shoulder. "I-its nothing." I smiled. Smiling. Now that was something i could do under any circumstances. I crumpled the heavy stationary into a ball and pushed it into my pocket. I turned to face Frankie face on. Hmm. She'd changed in the brief amount of time it took me to read the note. Unless I spent longer lingering on the letter then I thought I had... I quickly stood up, the action made my head spin and I had to catch myself against the bed frame to stop myself from falling. "I'm going for a shower." I muttered as I took an unsteady step toward the door.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Feb 18, 2011 23:45:48 GMT
She was such a bad liar. There was obviously something wrong. The only thing about her that was convincing was her smile. I grabbed her wrist as she turned to go for a shower. It stopped her both from falling and from going any further. I led her to the bed. “Sit” I ordered. “You saved my life last night, now my turn to help you. Yell me what the hell is going on?!”
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Mar 26, 2011 14:26:38 GMT
I didn't know what I was going to do when I left the room. I didn't have my shower bag with me so I couldn't have gone to take a shower, and I was still in the clothes I had slept in last night so I couldn't go to far. I decided just to leave and figure it out when I made it to the opposite side of my door. I almost made it to the door when Frankie grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. She sat me down on the bed and asked me to explain. "Its nothing." I tried but she didn't buy it. Quick beth think of something! I begged myself. too much silence is passing! "My eh uncle asked me to meet him for lunch. Hey why don't you join us! He'd love to meet my new friend. Please I insist." Oh that was good. If Frankie came along it would be so much better. He wouldn't be able to tell me about all that creepy stuff like he usually tries to if I bring a guest. Please Frankie please come. I've no idea what he might try if you don't.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 26, 2011 19:55:11 GMT
"I don't know," I said, slowley. I had a feeling that there was more going on than she was telling me. But I didn't want to let her go alone. "Alright, fine" I sighed, "I'll go, but I needto have a shower first." I got up and gathered some clean clothes together along with my shower bag. I really needed to brush my teeth too. "You coming?" I asked Eliza, since she had wanted a shower so bad earlier
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Mar 26, 2011 20:10:30 GMT
I let out a sigh of relief when she said that she would come. She seemed a little hesitant but she agreed all the same. She really saved me, what from I have no idea and my gut feeling tells me that I really don’t want to find out anytime soon, if at all. “Yep just let me grab my things.” I smiled when she asked if I was going for a shower. I grabbed my shower bag out of my drawers, along with a change of clothes and a towel. “’K ready” I grinned as we left for the showers.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 28, 2011 5:57:05 GMT
A few hours later, me and Eliza were sitting in our dorm getting ready to go to lunch with her uncle. She still didn't seem that happy about going. "I don't know why your going to meet him if you don't want to." I sighed as I pinned back my hair. She wouldn't tell me anything about her uncle, nore did she say she didn't want to, but she was making it plainly obvious that she didn't. I didn't particularly want to meet him either. I wasn't particularly comfortable with meeting new people. Epecially old guys. Ok so he probably wasn't that old but he had to be at least forty to be an uncle. But I had already agreed.
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Post by Elizabeth Rossmund on Jun 14, 2011 13:42:42 GMT
I was applying a thin coat of mascara to my eyelashes. Is it only me or do other people have to open there mouth when applying eye makeup? “I don’t know why you’re going to meet him if you don’t want to.” Frankie sighed. I’ve been avoiding the question all day but I could tell she wasn’t going to leave until she had an answer. “He’s family, so I kind of have to.” It was the only answer I was prepared to give. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I was scared of him, scared of what he might do if I kept ignoring his requests. And he is family. We used to be so close so I owe him enough to let him tell me what he had been trying to for a while. Tyler and I used to be so close. There was only five years between us and we grew up more as friends than relatives. But then things started to change. He started to change. He would say things that I didn’t understand but he expected me to. He started to sit differently, walk differently. I don’t know how to explain it but it really creeped me out. It still creeps me out. I know that whatever he wants to talk about has something to do with the new Tyler and that freaks the hell out of me. “you ready to go?” I smiled confidently as I grabbed my bag and turned for the door. ‘At least he can’t say anything with Frankie there.’ I smiled to myself.
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