Journal Entry #7 (comments appreciated)

Just then, a sound.

The sound of shattering glass swished through the open door frame, berating my eardrums and bringing me out of my trance.  I turned my gaze upward as I shifted my orientation, just in time to hear another shattering sound as bits of the bathroom mirror fell from its frame and into the sink.

Before I could even think, I was on my feet and running towards the door. Because I knew pain, and I knew what he’d do to himself.

I shouted his name; no answer.

I shouted it again, my fists  frantically pounding against the door.  The shattering stopped, and I heard a light flump on the ground.  A second later, the door unlocked and I pushed it open.

My breath caught in my throat.  My pupils dilated, my pulse quickened, and a single tear escaped from my eye.

The blood had spread across a third of the bathroom floor, part of it smeared and a trail leading to the back of the door.  I pulled myself inside and quickly shut the door, turning around to see him on the floor.

A shard of glass in his hand.

There were deep gashes on his arms, oozing dark red streams of blood that slid down his arms and onto his legs.  My eyes, in horror, slowly scanned upward toward his face, stopping at his neck.

A wide laceration spurted red globules of blood onto the door and wall.  Too much blood.

I turned around, panicked, looking for my phone to call an ambulance.  Then a hand grabbed my wrist.  His hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned around, looking at him.  I was crying, I think.  I looked into those eyes.  Those big, brown eyes; remembering how they used to twinkle every time he saw me, which is also every time I saw him smile.

‘Don’t leave me’

I reached forward in an attempt to put pressure on his wounds, but he grabbed my wrist and held it away.

I stared into his eyes, electric blue connected with light brown, and realized;

He couldn’t lose his angel.