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Wednesday, November 5, 2008, 8:49 PM
Drove to work but never drove back
And yet, it was cold. He gave it no warmth. He gave it no life, maybe he used to once upon a time, but not now. He couldn't remember, where he lived, who he was, what he did, how he got there, which is why he begged the question then, why did he only remember her? Just her. Everything they had been through. Together. He lay there quite still, thoughts still reverberating through his mind, trying its best to ignite even a spark of life again in his heart. "He's coded, he's coded. Get me a crash cart now, and page doctor evans. This guy's heart can't take the stress. Nurse, book an OR now." "Im not getting a pulse doctor." "Get an IV on him asap, i need you to work faster people, im not loosing this guy's life." "His vein's collapsed i cant get an IV in, shall i charge up a defrib?" "Charge it up to 50." "Alright stand clear." Clear. He could see them. He could feel them. He felt the charge through his body, pulling him back to life. But he didn't want to go back. He only wanted to stay there. Just like that. And all he could think of, was Her. Clear. "Where are you going?" "I'm leaving." "What? What're you talking about?" "I'm done, im leaving. I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving." "You're leaving." "I'm leaving." "George come on, please don't" "No Camille, im done. Im tired of laying awake every night thinking about whether or not you love me. I'm tired of going to sleep hoping you'll still be there by morning." "Don't start with this please i cant deal with all this right now." "I love you. I love you. And if i really did love you, you. Not the you im trying to make you, but if i really loved you, i'd let you go. So this is me, letting you go. Goodbye Camille." Clear. "George smile!" "What like this?" "No now you look like an idiot!" "Naw baby thats a mirror you're looking at. You're the idiot." "Oh shut up!" "Bingo." "no, Bingo you." Clear. "Hi, my name's George. George Conner.I go to the same class as you but you prolly don't know who i am, much less care about my existance, but i see you everyday, sitting in the corner of the class and you never really talk to anyone, so i'd guess you dont have that many friends. So this is me, trying to be your friend." "Oh, well, Hi I'm Camille." "Yea i know that." "Well it's nice to meet you George Conner." "You know when i was a kid growing up, my mom would bring me to school every morning, and she'd tell me she loves me, in front of all my other friends, and they'd all laugh at me. So one day i told her to instead of saying she loves me, to give it a codeword." "Oh, and whats the code word?" "Bingo." "That's cute." "Yea, and from the on, nobody would laugh at me cos nobody knew what the hell bingo was. It made everything a little easier." "Easier that no one knew she loved you?" "Well, not like that, but, easier in keeping things a secret, so that no one would ever know about it, so that no one could ever destroy it. And well, Camille, Bingo." "What?" "Yea, Bingo camille. Bingo." Clear All he could think about was her. "We have a pulse." "BP's up to 90 and stabilizing." "Breathing's back." "Alright take him off the regulator, i want him prepped for surgery immediately, his arteries need to be unblocked completely before he codes again." "Whats his story anyway?" "Heart failure. Guy's been too heavy on scotch. He left his wife for some reason. Turned alcoholic overnight and starts running cross the freeway trying to flag a cab. Well, he flagged it alright. Beats me whats wrong with these people." The bed was warm. It wasn't supposed to be warm. It was supposed to be cold. Filled with emptiness and hallow ashes of what was once life. It was supposed to be cold. And yet, it was warm. He gave it warmth. He gave it life. He remembered. Everything. He didn't want to. But he did. "George?" "Camille?" "Oh god im so sorry baby, this is all my fault, i promise i'll be better i swear, i'll stop seeing Jim alright? I swear i'll let everyone else go just for you george im so sorry i just i dont know what to-" "Hey. Shut up. Bingo." Bingo. ao [EDIT] Since i've got lit tomorrow, thought i'd put this up. I actually did study for lit quite abit, reading up on quotes and themse and lalala, but im not studying that much for it. I dont like to. I'd rather take the exam using what little literary skill i have to answer everything rather than laboring for hours memorizing quotes and themes. I'd rather wander into the darkness with a sword and shield than spend time gathering firewood for a big fire that's going to light up the darkness. (The love song. For the goldfish) (He's a drifter, always floating around her, has nowhere else to go. He wishes she would sing, not much, just the scales ; or take some notice, give him the fish eye) (Bounded by round walls she makes fish eyes and kissy lips at him, darts behind pebbles, swallows his charms hook, line and sinker) (He's bowled over. He would take her to the ocean, they could count the waves. There, in the submarine silence, they would share their deepest secrets. Dive for pearls like stars,) (But her love's since gone belly-up. His heart sinks like a fish. He drinks like a stone. Drowns those sorrows, stares emptily through glass.) (the reason, she said she wanted) (and he could not give) a life beyond the (Bowl) [End of edit] |
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