Save Me

•~ 02 ~•

The fringed bedsheets sunk in the form of my body as I lay in mourn, the calendar flipping through the weeks like time was in fast forward. The house was filled with the dense feeling of guilt and depression, each room slowly being consumed by the stench of filthy laundry. My nose instinctively crinkled at the strong scent, my palms sweating whilst my room rose in degrees.

It had been weeks since the incident, weeks of nothing heard throughout the house other than small whines absentmindedly shared between the members.

I stared out the window, the small pitter-patters across the rooftop being the only thing breaking the pained silence. Dark colors painted the skies, my gaze drifting down to the empty bed at my feet.

Everything was still there.

I stared through glassy eyes, the sight of his bedsheets still messy from weeks ago, his clothes scattered throughout the small area. Without averting my eyes, my frail legs made their way across the edge of his bed as shivers rode up my back, the cold surface of the wooden floor hitting the bottom of my feet. As I slowly sat up, my eyes forced shut while small tears formed at the edge of my eyes. Before long they opened again, I was careful to make my way to the side of his bed, the smell of his clothes still lingering across the area. My hand glided across the silky sheets while memories played in my mind like gifs.

Hands roaming across his soft skin, holding his small waist and feeling his breath against my mouth. "Do you love me? R-really love me?" The soft words left his lips, looking me in the eyes with hope. Hope that someone cared.

My hands made their way through his unwashed sheets, feeling every last bit of him we have left. My mind roamed through the memories in repeat, tears slowly strolling down my cheeks like the gentle rain on the window sill. I closed my eyes, sitting on the edge of his bed before my knees could give in from the rate of my heartbeat pounding against my fragile rib cage.

I glanced at the sheets, grabbing a fistful and bringing it up to my face. I took in a small sniff, inhaling the lasting vanilla scent of the boy. "Why'd he do it..." I whispered to myself, the thought echoing in the hard walls of my mind. I scoot back, just enough to where I could bring my knees up, resting my forehead on them and wrapping my arms tightly against the pale skin. Small teardrops wet my boxers, small whimpers leaving my mouth whilst my bottom lip quivered against the warm air of his bedside.

His warm personality was still there.