Aimee was shocked by the anger in Joe's face when Jared opened the door, and even more shocked by his words. She'd hoped for a calm conversation on neutral territory, but clearly this was not what she was going to get.
"Come in? Come in? No fucking way." He pointed to Aimee. "She's coming out."
"What? No, I'm staying here, Joe."
"Aimee, you can't stay with him. You can't fall out with your parents over him. He'll screw up your life when he screws up his! If you can't live with your mum, then okay, come and live with me. But don't live with him."
"Joe, I'm with Jared. I love him, I'm staying with him now. You can't do anything about it."
"Aimee, I love you. I'll take care of you. You deserve so much better than him; you deserve me."
More words were exchanged, between Joe and Jared as well as Joe and herself, but Aimee didn't pay any attention to the details. And then her best friend and her boyfriend were fighting. She didn't know who'd thrown the first punch, nor did she care. For some reason she'd completely zoned out, and it felt like she was standing over the scene, including herself, watching what was happening. The fighting pair staggered out onto the lawn yet again, and Aimee followed carefully. She was pulling at Jared, trying to get him to come away, to leave it, but he was having none of it. She tried Joe, and latched onto his elbow as he swung it back to punch Jared. Jared seized the opportunity and snapped a punch at Joe; where, she didn't know, but it didn't matter. Joe's elbow flew out of her hands as a result of the blow, and shot straight into her stomach, and the Aimee watching from above rejoined with the Aimee on the ground. The scream that followed brought the other two to their senses, and they stared at her for completely different reasons.
"Look what you've done!" someone yelled. Aimee's hands were on her stomach, rubbing the spot that Joe had hit. She vaguely remembered thinking that it was going to bruise like hell tomorrow. Joe and Jared were arguing again. She didn't really care. And then she heard rain, the first spatters of it hitting the pavement. Jared's face was white; Joe turned round and groaned.
"You didn't tell me she was pregnant," he moaned, his face ashen. Aimee looked at them, confused. Her bump couldn't be seen in this dress, so how did he know? She looked down, and saw the rain. Only it wasn't rain, it was blood, hitting the flags between her feet. And it was still falling, faster now. "Jared..?" she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she reached out for his arm. But as her fingers clutched the air, her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor before he reached her. The hem of her white dress was slowly turning red.
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IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed*
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IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed* ( )
by DyingHere on Mon Apr 27, 2009 3:09 pm
Mah Peoplies;
Becky && Lauren && Larii && Sammi && Deb
Becky && Lauren && Larii && Sammi && Deb
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DyingHere - Member for 4 years
Re: IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed* ( )
by Aaliyah on Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:15 am
Jared reached out for Aimee's hand but it was too late she it the ground. Blood spouting everyehere even faster. He knelt beside her tears of Anger rolling down his cheeks. "Don't just stand their call a fuckin ambulance" he screamed at Joe. Jared cradled Aimee in his arms. "Aimee listen to me you stay with me now. Aimee i'm so sorry. Aimee i love you." Jared hadn't heard the ambulance arrive but suddenly he was in the back of the ambulance staring at the paramedics trying to bring Aimee round. He stared at the window at Joe still sitting motionless on the grass. A surge of hatred pulsed through him as they drove away.
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Aaliyah - Member for 3 years
Re: IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed* ( )
by DyingHere on Sat May 09, 2009 4:22 pm
Aimee smiled. She was lying in a hospital bed, propped up against the pillows. The curtains in the private room were open, and the room was bathed in sunlight. Although she didn't know where anyone was, she was content, and knew everyone was safe. And then the door opened, to reveal Jared, looking more beautiful than ever as the sunlight hit his face. He made his way over to her and leaned down to kiss her before sitting in the chair next to the bed. There was something in his arms, a little bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. Aimee craned her neck to see what it was, but Jared hugged the bundle to his chest, smiling knowingly at her, and she relaxed against the pillows again, trusting him completely.
He leaned toward her suddenly, offering her the bundle, and she positioned herself to support it as he placed it in her arms. It was heavy. She reached out delicately to pull the pale pink blanket back slightly, and then she saw what it was. A baby, her baby, their baby, smiling up at her. A daughter, a perfect little girl. She smiled back, and then smiled at Jared. She loved him so much, and now they had a child. But what were they going to call her?
Jared shifted in his chair, and she looked at him. "Stay with us," he said.
She smiled. "I will."
"Stay with us, Aimee. Stay with us."
She frowned. "I will, I won't leave you. I love you."
"No! We're losing her! We're losing them both!"
What?
The room shifted out of focus, and then she was in a blindingly white room; so white that she couldn't see the bed she knew she was lying in. She looked down at her folded arms, but they were no longer supporting her baby. Jared wasn't there, either. She was alone.
"We're not going to save her baby."
"But we can still save her."
"We can try."
What? What was going on? Who was saving her, and why? And why couldn't they, whoever 'they' were, save the baby? They had to save the baby!
"Come on, Aimee, you can do it," someone urged her. Do what? What did they want her to do? If they would just tell her, she would do it. They had to save her baby.
"Aimee, stay with us." Well that was stupid. Where was she going to go? Nowhere, she was strapped in this bed. But where was her baby? And why weren't they saving it?
"The baby's got no chance."
"But she still has."
What?!
"Jared!"
Aimee sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide, her expression horrified. "Jared!" She looked around herself. She was in a hospital bed, but it wasn't as comfortable as the one she remembered, and she wasn't in a private room, either - she was on a ward. She looked out of the window, which she happened to be furthest away from, and saw, not sunlight leaking through the curtains and bathing everything in yellow, but grey clouds and rain spattering against the windows, sending what light there was across the room in strange patterns.
The harshness of the reality she was now in compared to the serenity of her dream was startling and frightening. "Jared!" she screamed again. But he wasn't there, and neither was her baby. She started to cry.
He leaned toward her suddenly, offering her the bundle, and she positioned herself to support it as he placed it in her arms. It was heavy. She reached out delicately to pull the pale pink blanket back slightly, and then she saw what it was. A baby, her baby, their baby, smiling up at her. A daughter, a perfect little girl. She smiled back, and then smiled at Jared. She loved him so much, and now they had a child. But what were they going to call her?
Jared shifted in his chair, and she looked at him. "Stay with us," he said.
She smiled. "I will."
"Stay with us, Aimee. Stay with us."
She frowned. "I will, I won't leave you. I love you."
"No! We're losing her! We're losing them both!"
What?
The room shifted out of focus, and then she was in a blindingly white room; so white that she couldn't see the bed she knew she was lying in. She looked down at her folded arms, but they were no longer supporting her baby. Jared wasn't there, either. She was alone.
"We're not going to save her baby."
"But we can still save her."
"We can try."
What? What was going on? Who was saving her, and why? And why couldn't they, whoever 'they' were, save the baby? They had to save the baby!
"Come on, Aimee, you can do it," someone urged her. Do what? What did they want her to do? If they would just tell her, she would do it. They had to save her baby.
"Aimee, stay with us." Well that was stupid. Where was she going to go? Nowhere, she was strapped in this bed. But where was her baby? And why weren't they saving it?
"The baby's got no chance."
"But she still has."
What?!
"Jared!"
Aimee sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide, her expression horrified. "Jared!" She looked around herself. She was in a hospital bed, but it wasn't as comfortable as the one she remembered, and she wasn't in a private room, either - she was on a ward. She looked out of the window, which she happened to be furthest away from, and saw, not sunlight leaking through the curtains and bathing everything in yellow, but grey clouds and rain spattering against the windows, sending what light there was across the room in strange patterns.
The harshness of the reality she was now in compared to the serenity of her dream was startling and frightening. "Jared!" she screamed again. But he wasn't there, and neither was her baby. She started to cry.
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Re: IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed* ( )
by Aaliyah on Tue May 12, 2009 10:28 am
Jared was down the hall getting coffee when he heard Aimee's screams. JIf he hadn't been panicked by the fear in her voice, he would've rolled his eyes and taken some time to appreciate the irony - the first time he leaves her side in three days has to be when she decides to wake up. Forgetting all about his coffee, and stupidly leaving his money in the vending machine, he bolted back down the corridor and onto Athe ward, almost running straight into her bed.
“I’m here” he sRaid soothingly. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to Ebe fine” he said brushing the hair out Dof Aimee’s eyes. JareId turned round to find a cEouple of doctors heading towards thSem. He took a deep breath and Xturned around to face Aimee. _This was going to kilXl her.
“I’m here” he sRaid soothingly. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to Ebe fine” he said brushing the hair out Dof Aimee’s eyes. JareId turned round to find a cEouple of doctors heading towards thSem. He took a deep breath and Xturned around to face Aimee. _This was going to kilXl her.
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Re: IDon'tLoveYouLikeILovedYouYesterday Cont. *Closed* ( )
by DyingHere on Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:33 pm
Aimee wasn't remotely bothered by the odd looks she was receiving from the other patients in the surrounding beds, and took no notice of them; in fact, she didn't take much notice of anything until Jared walked onto the ward, and then all she could see was him. He looked wrecked, like he'd had no sleep for about a week, and it was obvious he'd been crying. She pushed herself up on the pillows, fumbling with the thin duvet and even thinner blanket, trying to get them to sit comfortably around her as Jared reached her bed, brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat down in the chair beside her. She tried to allow his words to comfort her, but her heart rate sped up in reaction to the look on his face when two doctors approached them.
"Jared," she murmured, pulling the duvet closer to herself almost protectively; the flimsy hospital gown she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and even with the knowledge that these doctors had probably seen her in much less, she still felt the need to protect her dignity. "What's going on? What's happened? Why am I in here?"
"You had an accident, Miss Fields," the first, closest doctor said softly. He was the older of the two, and had a pleasant sort of face. "I'm afraid you've been unconscious for three days."
"An accident?" Aimee looked confused. Looking down at herself, she saw an IV attached to the back of her hand, and other wires and tubes sticking out from various places under the duvet. One of them was hooked up to a heart-monitoring machine. What had she done to get herself into such a state?
Casting her mind back, she could remember Joe turning up at Jared's place and kicking off. There'd been a fight, Joe had elbowed her in the stomach, and then nothing.
"I fell," she whispered; and then again, a little louder. "I fell. There was a fight - I got hit, and I fell. Was that the accident?" Her gaze darted to Jared's for reassurance, but his eyes were on the floor.
"Yes," the younger doctor confirmed for her.
This only confused Aimee more. "But that's not enough to land me in hospital - I landed on the floor, hit my head maybe, but I can't have done that much damage." A thought suddenly occurred to her, her eyes widening, and when she spoke again her voice was shrill and scared. "Wait. I'm pregnant!" She turned to Jared, desperate for information - “You told them I was pregnant, didn't you?" - and then back to the doctors. "I'm pregnant!"
"No you're not," the younger doctor muttered, with an almost mocking tone to his voice. "You can't have a fall like that and expect to wake up pregnant."
"Keith!" the older doctor hissed, before turning back to the young couple with a saddened expression. This was the second time he'd had to break this news.
"I'm sorry, Miss Fields, but your boyfriend called the ambulance because of complications with the baby."
Aimee stared at the older doctor like he had two heads. "Complications with the baby?" she eventually managed to squeak. "But that-- that means..."
"I'm afraid you miscarried in the ambulance. There was nothing we could do to save your daughter."
Aimee's hands flew to her stomach, ridiculously trying to feel her unborn child, wanting any sort of confirmation that what the doctors were telling her was utter nonsense. But whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it.
"Jared," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Jared, my baby. My baby. Our baby."
A wave of sadness crashed over her, crushed her, and she doubled over to sob without restraint, overwhelmed by the gut-wrenching heartbreak of losing her child. Patients in nearby beds averted their gaze, wanting to give the grieving mother what privacy they could. In response to a short nod from the older doctor, the man apparently named Keith advanced on her and slid the tip of a needle into her arm. Aimee didn't resist; she welcomed the sedative, and after a few moments slipped into the seductive blackness, grateful for the opportunity to escape reality and the agonising knowledge that she had lost her baby, and nothing could ever be the same again.
"Jared," she murmured, pulling the duvet closer to herself almost protectively; the flimsy hospital gown she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and even with the knowledge that these doctors had probably seen her in much less, she still felt the need to protect her dignity. "What's going on? What's happened? Why am I in here?"
"You had an accident, Miss Fields," the first, closest doctor said softly. He was the older of the two, and had a pleasant sort of face. "I'm afraid you've been unconscious for three days."
"An accident?" Aimee looked confused. Looking down at herself, she saw an IV attached to the back of her hand, and other wires and tubes sticking out from various places under the duvet. One of them was hooked up to a heart-monitoring machine. What had she done to get herself into such a state?
Casting her mind back, she could remember Joe turning up at Jared's place and kicking off. There'd been a fight, Joe had elbowed her in the stomach, and then nothing.
"I fell," she whispered; and then again, a little louder. "I fell. There was a fight - I got hit, and I fell. Was that the accident?" Her gaze darted to Jared's for reassurance, but his eyes were on the floor.
"Yes," the younger doctor confirmed for her.
This only confused Aimee more. "But that's not enough to land me in hospital - I landed on the floor, hit my head maybe, but I can't have done that much damage." A thought suddenly occurred to her, her eyes widening, and when she spoke again her voice was shrill and scared. "Wait. I'm pregnant!" She turned to Jared, desperate for information - “You told them I was pregnant, didn't you?" - and then back to the doctors. "I'm pregnant!"
"No you're not," the younger doctor muttered, with an almost mocking tone to his voice. "You can't have a fall like that and expect to wake up pregnant."
"Keith!" the older doctor hissed, before turning back to the young couple with a saddened expression. This was the second time he'd had to break this news.
"I'm sorry, Miss Fields, but your boyfriend called the ambulance because of complications with the baby."
Aimee stared at the older doctor like he had two heads. "Complications with the baby?" she eventually managed to squeak. "But that-- that means..."
"I'm afraid you miscarried in the ambulance. There was nothing we could do to save your daughter."
Aimee's hands flew to her stomach, ridiculously trying to feel her unborn child, wanting any sort of confirmation that what the doctors were telling her was utter nonsense. But whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it.
"Jared," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Jared, my baby. My baby. Our baby."
A wave of sadness crashed over her, crushed her, and she doubled over to sob without restraint, overwhelmed by the gut-wrenching heartbreak of losing her child. Patients in nearby beds averted their gaze, wanting to give the grieving mother what privacy they could. In response to a short nod from the older doctor, the man apparently named Keith advanced on her and slid the tip of a needle into her arm. Aimee didn't resist; she welcomed the sedative, and after a few moments slipped into the seductive blackness, grateful for the opportunity to escape reality and the agonising knowledge that she had lost her baby, and nothing could ever be the same again.
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