A Walk Through Hell *ABANDONED*

Sorry it's a short one, but it was best to cut it off where I did. 

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Jaimie looked at me a while, the hurt in his eyes consumed me, I had to run.  I stood up, looked him dead in the eyes and ran away.  I didn't say anything more as I began to run, or as I did run. I didn't tell him where I was going, or if he should try to find me, I just...ran. I ran, and ran, until I reached familiar teritory.   I was in sea-side.  The back of sea-side, but sea-side none the less.  I walked the rest of the way, deciding to go visit my sister.  I probably could have kept running, but my body said walk.   I wondered a while, till I happened upon Betty's diner.  I walked in, and sat where Jaimie and I had sat the last time I'd come here.  I look out the window, sipping coffee, as I see a person I know walk by.  After a certain amount of analysis, I realize it's not just someone I know, It's my sister.  I franticly pay the bill, and rush out the door.  But the person I'd seen is gone - I must be seeing things.  

I make my way over to Destiny's grave, stepping slowly, trying to regain the last bit of sleepless conciousness I have.  I'm on a buzz from the coffee as I sit down in front of her grave, and begin to speak. I tell her about everything that had gone on, and suddenly, I see the figure again - now, she sits next to me.

"It's all going to get better soon, Liz."  She tells me.    I shake my head. This isn't happening, my dead sister is not talking to me, and dear god.. I'm not answering.

"But how?"  I ask.   She laughs as she stands up.  She shakes her head, continuing to laugh, and begins to walk away.    "Destiny wait! Don't leave me!" I call out, falling into the featle position.  "Don't leave me."  I repeat, sobbing into the ground.   After an entire night of repeating myself, and begging, and sobbing, a figure aproaches me, lifts me up, and begins to walk away with me.   I would have put up a fight, had I been completely coheirent.  I didn't really know where I was, or what I was doing.  All I knew was I was being laid down in someone's car, my head in someone else's lap.  After a bit of analysis, I figure out I'm in Paul's car.  Fuck.   He was the last person I needed worrying about me.  I can hear Sky's voice, as she tries to comfort me.  I'm still repeating myself - "Don't leave me... Please."   

After a tad bit more of analysis,  I realize who's lap my head is in.  None other than the person I'd cursed at, hours - possibly days before.  And now he was lifting me, and carrying me into a large building that was not a house.  I hear Paul argue with a receptionist, nearly screaming:

"Fix her!" 

All I can do is lay in Jaimie's arms.  Now I've gone from the previous saying, to "I'm sorry."  Eventually they lay me down a gurney tipe of contraption. On one side Sky is holding my hand, and on the other, Jaimie.   Jaimie doesn't dare let go, as we walk into the room.  Sky has to let go of my left hand as they hook me up to IV's, and machines, but Jaimie, he makes them work around him.  He's not letting go of me, no matter how much the doctors complain, and I tell him it's okay, he doesn't let go.

Over the course of the next few days, people come and go, but Jaimie doesn't leave my side.  Not as the doctors speak with me, not as people visit me, not even as I get up to go to the rest room.  He's by my side 100% of the time he can be, holding my hand.  

The doctor walks into the room I'd been pretty acustomed too, my mother by his side, her face worried.

"What is it, mom?" I ask, sitting up.

"Honey, Dr. Shelton has some news for you." 

The doctor hands me a paper, and the gist of it is.

"Elizabeth Brokesby - Psychotic Depressive."

I look at Jaimie, as he looks at the note.  "No, I can't be crazy." I think.  I look around me at the faces of the people around me, my mother concerned, the doctor passive, and Jaimie, though his eyes are worried, his smile remains.  His permanint smile gives me hope.  The beauty of his upturned mouth makes everything okay.

I sigh. "Okay."  

"Okay what, darling?"  My mother asks.

"Okay, I'm crazy."  I say.

"Elizabeth you're far fr-"  The doctor tries to speak, but I cut him off.

"No, I'm crazy. But it's okay."  I smile, looking over at Jaimie.

"He's crazy too. We can be wackjobs together."   At first Jaimie looks concerned, but then he lets out a slight chuckle, as I wrap my arms arouns his neck.  Into his ear I whisper:

"I'm scared."  

He rubs my back, "We can be scared together." he whispers back.

The doctor tells my mom I can leave whenever she's ready to take me home, and to pick up my perscription.  Jaimie holds my hand as we leave the hospital, as we climb into the car, and as we drive home.  He holds my hand as we walk into the house, and as my mother shows me the...renevations she's made to my bedroom.  My walls have gone from the dark red it had taken me years to get them to let me paint them, to a pastel pink.  My closet had been stripped off any clothes I'd left behind, and filled with skirts and dresses.  I looked at Jaimie, awe struck. I want to be happy my mother tried, and I am, the room is beautiful, so I let out a smile.

"I love it, mom."  She smiles a huge, giddy smile as she hugs me.  I don't let go of Jaimie's hand as I hug her back.  

When she does leave the room, I look around. Picking things up, and setting them down, a tear rolls down my cheek.

"She was just trying to..." I cut him off.

"It's not that."  I say. 

Jaimie wraps his arms around me.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." I cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry you felt ignored."  He rubs my back.

We lay down on my bed, and Jaimie catches me up on the outside world.   My mom had nearly had a mental breakdown, when Paul explained to her why he thought I had lost it.  She had blaimed Jaimie, again, but this time Paul wasn't having it.  

"Exuse my language miss, but you're being a bitch to the kid.  It's not his fault she's upset, if anything, it's yours.  Your soon to be husband has beat and raped her timeless amounts of time, but she's over looked it because you loved him."  

Apparently my mother's heart had been broken, and she'd kicked Tom out with out a penny to his name. She's even fialing a law suit.  I smile, resting my head on Jaimie's chest.  

"Hey Jaimie, I've got one more thing I need to do, before we can put this behind us." I say, looking up at him.  "And I'm gonna need your car."