Snippet #2430811

Beck Hades.

"Beck!"

Elisa's voice echoed down the corridors, pouncing off every wall and ringing sharply through his ears. The hospital seemed to slide into slow motion as the blonde turned on heel towards the sound before meeting the gaze of his brunette, bandages wrapped tightly around her tiny skeletal wrist. His pupils switched from her eyes to the white that hid the wounds and he instantly new that this was no accident. She had wanted to take herself away from this world drowning in her own crimson mess.

Beck blamed himself.

The blonde froze on the spot; his eyes threatening to let out salty as Elisa dashed towards him. She hid her face into his chest and repeatedly told him that she was sorry. The whole situation felt a little unreal to him, and he could not quite manage to pull his arms around him until after a moment or two of assessing the situation. Though instead of a embrace, the blonde gently scooped her up and carried her back into the room she had just left and placed her unhealthy thin body under the sheets.

The youth then knelt at the side of her bed, his hand lightly holding hers, completely encasing the tiny thing. Not a single word escaped his lips but what was warming in his mind could have not been any louder. I slept with Millie, I failed to support my gang, I failed to look after Elisa, I lead her to suicide. I did it. I'm sorry. Slowly the tears slid down his face as a nurse tapped him on the shoulder, waving a guestbook in his face and scolding his entrance. He scribed his name with shaky hands as she still continued her lecture, but all he heard was the ringing of his own thoughts...

The youth then managed to look at Elisa and lock with her eyes. His lips opened as though he wished to say something, but they closed just as quickly. He sighed, lightly pouring warmth into her cold palms by tracing his index finger on the centre.

"Its like looking at a trampled flower...I'm pretty sure I stepped on you. I'm sorry Elisa..."