She Doesn't Know Who I Am, For I Am A Ghost.
Sit Back & Relax, Enjoy The Crash
*Ajla’s POV
I came home from work early to see my house that I shared with Tony trashed. The tv was smashed in, and the furniture was flipped over. Several broken plates and glasses littered the ground, making it difficult to walk through. I heard screaming upstairs, to which I quickly scurried up and slammed myself into the bathroom door, only to find it locked. I stood for a moment and pondered what to do, until I remembered I figured out how to pick locks. The screams had now quieted to small whimpers, and I knew it was my darling Tony.
I tip-toed towards the bedroom and grabbed a bobby pin, that I knew held handy since this has happened on multiple occasions. I snuck to the door and gracefully picked the lock, opening the door to see my Tony sitting on the side of the bathtub with his head in his lap. I crawled over to him on my knees, and stroked his back. He mustn't have known I was there, because he jumped at my touch. I felt tears grow in my eyes, and I let them fall. Tony continued to let out small whimpers and I sat on the floor next to him, rubbing his back. We both remained silent until he finally stopped crying.
I gently pulled his long hair out of his face and saw that his eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. His body had grown cold and he was trembling. I felt my heart break even more when I looked at the counter and saw 3 bottles of tylenol and other pain killers, some spilled on the ground, some on the counter, and obviously some overpowering Tony’s body. I felt myself go into panic before I decided to speak to him.
“Tony, Darling… Don’t do this to yourself.. Please..” I whispered, grasping his hands tightly in mine.
“I feel like such a failure, I even broke our promise..” He said, his voice cracking.
“That was years ago.. Promises are made to be broken.” I knelt in front of him and lifted his head from his lap. “Look at me.” To which he quickly obeyed with tired, wet eyes.
“I will love you no matter what promises you do or don’t keep, or what you fail or succeed at. Nothing will tear me away from you, especially a little broken promise like this. I love you to the moon and back and if I can help it, I always will.” He closed his eyes, with no response. I sighed and looked at the ground, leaning on my heels.
Seeing my boyfriend of 4 years like this broke my heart each and every time.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I asked, my voice now beginning to tremble. I was scared for my life. No reply.
I ran my cold hands through my hair and shivers ran down my spine; goose bumps covering every inch of my body. I grabbed his hands in mine and attempted to pull him to his feet, to which he put dead weight and said “No, leave me alone.”
The words that left his mouth hit me in the worst way imaginable. I know he’s upset, but I just wish he’d let me try to help him out instead of pushing me away…
I sighed, which quivered, and I backed out of the bathroom. I walked down the stairs, sliding my feet, and began cleaning up the mess that was made. I swept up the glass, picked up the furniture that wasn’t too heavy for me, and hung up the pictures he had knocked down.
The final picture I went to pick up, the only one that broke, was a picture of Tony and I the day we had met 6 years ago at a coffee shop. I began crying even harder as I dropped the picture as I grabbed my purse and ran outside, not bothering to lock the door.
I jumped into my car and started it. The engine made some unsettling noises and I drove. I had no idea where I was going, but I wanted away. I was so broken at the moment and I just wanted a break. I love Tony with all my heart, and I think I always will, but I was so frustrated with him at the moment.
A few hours later, I found myself at my sister Faris’s house. I pounded on the door, taking my anger out. I still had tears streaming down my face.
I heard the locks on the door clicking, and then it opened to Faris’s beautiful face.
I felt better even being around my sister, because she is my very best friend.
“Baby! What’s wrong?” She yelled, wrapping her arms around me.
“Tony and I had a fight” I said, too exhausted to explain.
“Oh, Honey, c’mere. Lets get you all cozied up.” She said. sympathy in her voice.
I walked inside and laid on her couch. She brought me a cup of tea and a blanket and cuddled up next to me. We talked for a while and then she went to use the bathroom, so I decided to check my phone.
I had 32 new texts from Tony, 47 missed calls, and 5 missed called from Vic Fuentes, his bestfriend.
I read the messages from Tony, most of them saying something along the lines of “Please, come back… I didn’t mean to hurt you” or “I really need you right now, please come home.” I felt bad for leaving, now, but I needed to get away.
I opened the messages from Vic, too, and my jaw dropped.
“Ajla! Please! Tony is in the hospital.. He called me and could barely talk and then stopped. He said you were ignoring him. Please reply!” I’d gotten the message 14 minutes ago.
Tony is in the hospital, and possibly dead because of me.
I scribbled a note to Faris and ran out the door to my car. I raced as fast as I could to the hospital before it was too late...
I came home from work early to see my house that I shared with Tony trashed. The tv was smashed in, and the furniture was flipped over. Several broken plates and glasses littered the ground, making it difficult to walk through. I heard screaming upstairs, to which I quickly scurried up and slammed myself into the bathroom door, only to find it locked. I stood for a moment and pondered what to do, until I remembered I figured out how to pick locks. The screams had now quieted to small whimpers, and I knew it was my darling Tony.
I tip-toed towards the bedroom and grabbed a bobby pin, that I knew held handy since this has happened on multiple occasions. I snuck to the door and gracefully picked the lock, opening the door to see my Tony sitting on the side of the bathtub with his head in his lap. I crawled over to him on my knees, and stroked his back. He mustn't have known I was there, because he jumped at my touch. I felt tears grow in my eyes, and I let them fall. Tony continued to let out small whimpers and I sat on the floor next to him, rubbing his back. We both remained silent until he finally stopped crying.
I gently pulled his long hair out of his face and saw that his eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. His body had grown cold and he was trembling. I felt my heart break even more when I looked at the counter and saw 3 bottles of tylenol and other pain killers, some spilled on the ground, some on the counter, and obviously some overpowering Tony’s body. I felt myself go into panic before I decided to speak to him.
“Tony, Darling… Don’t do this to yourself.. Please..” I whispered, grasping his hands tightly in mine.
“I feel like such a failure, I even broke our promise..” He said, his voice cracking.
“That was years ago.. Promises are made to be broken.” I knelt in front of him and lifted his head from his lap. “Look at me.” To which he quickly obeyed with tired, wet eyes.
“I will love you no matter what promises you do or don’t keep, or what you fail or succeed at. Nothing will tear me away from you, especially a little broken promise like this. I love you to the moon and back and if I can help it, I always will.” He closed his eyes, with no response. I sighed and looked at the ground, leaning on my heels.
Seeing my boyfriend of 4 years like this broke my heart each and every time.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I asked, my voice now beginning to tremble. I was scared for my life. No reply.
I ran my cold hands through my hair and shivers ran down my spine; goose bumps covering every inch of my body. I grabbed his hands in mine and attempted to pull him to his feet, to which he put dead weight and said “No, leave me alone.”
The words that left his mouth hit me in the worst way imaginable. I know he’s upset, but I just wish he’d let me try to help him out instead of pushing me away…
I sighed, which quivered, and I backed out of the bathroom. I walked down the stairs, sliding my feet, and began cleaning up the mess that was made. I swept up the glass, picked up the furniture that wasn’t too heavy for me, and hung up the pictures he had knocked down.
The final picture I went to pick up, the only one that broke, was a picture of Tony and I the day we had met 6 years ago at a coffee shop. I began crying even harder as I dropped the picture as I grabbed my purse and ran outside, not bothering to lock the door.
I jumped into my car and started it. The engine made some unsettling noises and I drove. I had no idea where I was going, but I wanted away. I was so broken at the moment and I just wanted a break. I love Tony with all my heart, and I think I always will, but I was so frustrated with him at the moment.
A few hours later, I found myself at my sister Faris’s house. I pounded on the door, taking my anger out. I still had tears streaming down my face.
I heard the locks on the door clicking, and then it opened to Faris’s beautiful face.
I felt better even being around my sister, because she is my very best friend.
“Baby! What’s wrong?” She yelled, wrapping her arms around me.
“Tony and I had a fight” I said, too exhausted to explain.
“Oh, Honey, c’mere. Lets get you all cozied up.” She said. sympathy in her voice.
I walked inside and laid on her couch. She brought me a cup of tea and a blanket and cuddled up next to me. We talked for a while and then she went to use the bathroom, so I decided to check my phone.
I had 32 new texts from Tony, 47 missed calls, and 5 missed called from Vic Fuentes, his bestfriend.
I read the messages from Tony, most of them saying something along the lines of “Please, come back… I didn’t mean to hurt you” or “I really need you right now, please come home.” I felt bad for leaving, now, but I needed to get away.
I opened the messages from Vic, too, and my jaw dropped.
“Ajla! Please! Tony is in the hospital.. He called me and could barely talk and then stopped. He said you were ignoring him. Please reply!” I’d gotten the message 14 minutes ago.
Tony is in the hospital, and possibly dead because of me.
I scribbled a note to Faris and ran out the door to my car. I raced as fast as I could to the hospital before it was too late...
Notes
Hey guys! So, this is my second fan fiction. This is gonna be an extremely dramatic sory, so I hope you like stuff like that.Please leave feedback! c:
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9/22/13