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DEATH STORY
With each kick of my leg, it felt like another ten pound weight was being put on it. My lungs hurt more and more with each breath I took. I reached out, trying desperately to grab onto anything I could. I could feel my muscles starting to lock up, and my struggling became weaker and weaker…I had worked so hard, but now it was time to give up. I could no longer take in my breath. My muscles had stopped working. My body felt like it was a 700 pound weight that was slowly dragging me to my death. It was icy cold and I wondered if I should take one last breath, but decided that would just prolong my suffering. I slowly forced my hands to let go of the snow around me, and my head began to sink under the frigid water.
I reached out and grabbed her hand just as it began to disappear under the water. I pulled her out of the water and put her in my arms as I started to head toward shore. “Don’t leave me, Katie,” I whispered to the limp body in my arms, “Don’t you dare leave me, not now.” I tried to put meaning behind the words but I knew they were useless. The only way she would be able to live now was to get her to a hospital or somewhere else warm, but we were in the middle of a forest with nothing around but trees. She would die. I walked over to a tree and sit down, holding her in my arms, waiting for her death. I began to hum a lullaby to her.
I could feel his arms around me and though I was still freezing cold, my heart warmed, and I was no longer afraid. I felt him sit down by a tree with me. Even if I could have, I would not have told him to get up and help me. We both knew I was going to die. I heard him sing my lullaby. I was still freezing, but I was completely at peace. I was sinking deeper and deeper, into a state of unconsciousness I had never felt before. I was dieing, but the only thought going through my head was, the first thing I will do when I get to heaven is thank God for Jacob Cristan. I felt him kiss my forehead and I was ready to go.
I kissed her forehead. It was just as icy cold as the water I had pulled her from. Her breathing became slower and I knew her end was near. I began to hum again. It was strange: the instant she took her last breath, I knew it, as if she had been a part of me and the instant she died, so did part of me. Knowing her death was certain was not the only reason I didn’t try to find help. It was also because searching for help would have kept the both of us dwelling on the fact that we wouldn’t find any, and I didn’t want her to be full of sadness and worry, not in her last moments. No, I wanted her last moments to be happy and somehow, I knew they would be if she got to spend them in my arms. I wondered how she was doing up in heaven right now. I gave her one last kiss on the forehead and looked up to the sky, sitting there under the tree. She was dead. Katie Schlomer, my best friend and possibly even more. I rested my head against the tree and drifted into unconsciousness. My dreams were filled with me and her and what our life could have been like together. It wasn’t long before the cold took me too. As I drifted off into the caress of death, I saw her face, glowing in the sunlight and smiling at me. If someone would have seen us, they may have thought we were posing for a magazine picture the way we were cuddled up together, her in my lap and my arms wrapped around her. Of course, no one came. Why would they want to come here? To this lonely place…with nothing but trees, a frozen lake, and two kids who lived together and died together, their bodies frozen in each other’s arms, just waiting to be found.
 Katie Wildheart · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |
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