Hateful harm, Loving Leah

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about Leah who has had enough of all the hate and pain she's put through everyday of her life. But what about Jamie, will he get to her in time?

Submitted: March 25, 2014

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Submitted: March 25, 2014

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The rain came down in sheets, the beginning of a typhoon forming in the sky. The trees swayed dangerously, the roots threatening to come up from solid ground. It was dark before the sun even began to set as the dark, looming rain clouds covered what was a peach sky, turning everything to black and shadow, casting the land and everyone in it in dark shadow, in dark ash and black rain. Leah looked out her tall double windows and out into what looked like night. She turned out her neon lights and grabbed a wedding ring box from her desk drawer, she stuffed it in her pocket and put the pure white paper with purple writing on her vanity. She stood and opened her windows, letting the rain wash over her, let the anger and tears of the sky fill her room. Leah could feel the blade of her dagger rubbing against her skin underneath her black jeans, tucked securely in her black combat boots.  She stepped on the little platform underneath her window and swung her legs over the edge. Leah's legs swung in the air as she slowly lowered her body down to the sopping wet ground. Though it was only nine at night, there wasn't a single light on in a single house. Leah slowly walked down the length  of her large backyard, lifting her hood. Not to shield herself from the rain, she loved the rain with a passion, but of the two neighbor's she had, she didn't want to be seen or noticed for that matter. Leah was quiet as she opened her back gate and stepped out into the field behind her house. As she walked through the shoulder length grasses, mud stuck to her scuffed combat boots, the winds so fierce her hood was knocked off of her head. Her dark brown hair whipped around her in brown ringlets, her bangs plastered to her soaked face. She had been out there time and time again when she had been in a fight, she knew that field well, even in the dark of the night. The fields grasses and crops slapped at her exposed face. Her jacket clung to her arms, her pants to her legs, the rain already soaked her to the bone. Leah stopped and looked back when she reached the forest that connected to her family's crop field, and looked back at her house. The lights in her house were on, she could see three shadows in her room. In the far distance that her house was at to Leah, she could hear someone calling her name. It wasn't her parents, it was someone far more important to her. Jamie. She had almost forgotten that she had left a note for him in his mailbox the day before, the day he was still out of town. She walked to the left, just far enough to see Jamie's dirty black hummer in her driveway. She kept watching for a little longer, until she saw Jamie standing on her back wraparound porch, screaming her name. Leah turned toward the forest and tried to walk in. Her jacket was caught on the barbed wire that her parents had taken down, well most of it. She looked back and saw Jamie start to run into the field, Leah shimmied out of her jacket and took off into the forest. She ran blindly, tree branches like limbs came from everywhere, scratching her bare and vulnerable skin. She felt the warmth of blood but only for a minute, the freezing rain taking her only warmth with it as it slapped her face. She heard Jamie's voice carry on the wind as he ran through the beginning of the forest. Over and over his voice rang through the forest, Leah didn't dare a glance back as she picked up her pace. Leah could hear Jamie's voice getting louder as he grew nearer to her. She couldn't run anymore, she was out of breath, she was weak. But as she looked around, Leah noticed she was exactly where she had wanted to get to. It was the old park that used to be there nearly a century before, it was old and broken down, it was the only place Leah could be herself, she had found it once when she had gotten into a fight with Jamie. It was her place. The swings swung in the wind, the rust making them creak with every move; the slide was rusted and the old fireman's pole threatened to topple over at much more of the storm; the old tunnel that she had cried in the day she found this place was cracked, the white paint mostly gone, leaving only crumbling gray stone. She walked to that crumbling gray tunnel, her small frame shaking from the cold rain. She sat, her back against the cold, crumbling stone, and pulled the dagger out from beneath her wet black jeans, the ring box out from her wet pocket, setting the box beside her and kept the dagger in her cold hand. Jamie's yelling was much closer now, if she was going to do it, it had to be now. She placed the dagger on her arm and pulled, a line of blood spots appearing in a straight line across her arm. The blood was warm on her skin, she fumbled with the large dagger, accidentally cutting her stomach, her black tank top now with a huge slash, blood seeping through. She winced and placed her hand on her stomach, when she pulled her hand away it was sticky and warm with crimson blood. Jamie's voice was closing in, he was almost to her park. She placed the tip of the large dagger between her protruding ribs and began to slowly push. She screamed out in pain, her cries lost in the swirling and dying winds. The storm was almost through. Through the opened ends of the small tunnel she was residing in, rain poured in from one end, and Jamie's large black buckle boots stood off from the other end. Through the tunnel Leah could see Jamie's blue skinny jeans tucked into his laced buckle gothic boots, his black hoodie with the purple panda looked not so soaked, his dark brown -almost black- hair was a wild mess around his face, his mud-pie brown eyes almost black in the dark. At the sight of the boy, the man, she loved, tears sprung to life in Leah's eyes, tears steaming down her face. Leah jumped when Jamie's hand flung the dagger from her own, tears streaming down his face. "No! Let go of me! Let me do this!" Leah screamed through her sobs. Jamie's firm hands on her shoulders prevented Leah from running away. "Stop it! Leah, I love you! Stop!" Jamie's voice cracked when he screamed out his words, trying to get the girl, the woman, he loved to calm down. She stopped resisting as the rain outside of the small tunnel slowly stopped, the wind calming to a dull breeze. Leah lay her head on Jamie's chest as he folded his strong arms around her small, fragile frame. "I'm s-so c-c-cold," Leah's voice was caught by the shivers in her body. Jamie sat Leah up and pulled roll after roll of gauze and tape from his jacket pocket. Jamie sat in front of Leah and worked in the dark, the lightning through the holes his only light. He bandaged Leah's arm for what seemed like the hundredth time, whenever she had cut before, no matter where or when, he always bandaged her up again. Leah sat in silence as her arm was wrapped in gauze and sealed with tape. Jamie looked at Leah's stomach, saw the slash that she hadn't meant to put there. Jamie looked Leah in the eye and she knew what he was saying, "I have to bandage it," that's what his eyes said to hers. Jamie lifted Leah's soaked tank top off of her cold skin. His eyes widened when he saw her without it. Her ribs all showed under her pale skin and a scab was forming that wasn't there the last time he had checked. He had been gone for a week since summer started, but Leah had told him she had been eating, that she hadn't harmed herself in any way. "Leah.." Jamie's voice was hoarse and full of sadness. Leah wouldn't look Jamie in the eye. Jamie slowly wrapped the gauze around the slash on Leah's lower stomach, over and over until it was secure. He shifted his eyes up and saw the puncture wound where her heart was, it wasn't especially deep, but it wasn't good either. The problem with bandaging her worst wound, was that it was mostly under her purple bra, the crimson blood turning it black, Jamie didn't want to do that now. Leah looked at him, through her sadness and tears, a blush spread across her face, she knew he needed to bandage it and she knew why he was hesitating to. She nodded to tell him it was okay without actually having to talk, he nodded back and unclasped it from her bony back, feeling her spine protruding from her back. It came off her slender shoulders easily, she was completely exposed and violently shivering ever more now. A blush covered both their faces as Jamie's nimble hands covered her wound with white gauze and secured it with even whiter tape. Jamie finished and noticed the love of his life was freezing cold. His hoodie was almost dry, but her clothes were soaked. He pulled off his hoodie and quickly put it over Leah's small frame. Jamie noticed the ring box and smiled, Leah must not have known he had taken the razor out of the box he had given her for it and replaced it with a purple stone ring. He picked it up, along with Leah and carried her out of the small tunnel, he sat her down on the swing and bent down on his knee. "Leah, I know this is how you are, but no matter how many times you hurt yourself and run away, I'll always bandage you up again, because no matter what, you're still the same beautiful girl I fell in love with. Three years today, seeing as how the sun is rising, heh, but Leah... Will you marry me?" Leah's eyes sparkled with tears, not ones of sadness but tears saying how happy she was. "Yes! Jamie I love you, yes." Leah smiled and Jamie slipped the ring from the box onto her small finger, it was her perfect size. Jamie picked up his soon to be wife and carried her to his car. Leah drifted into sleep with a smile on her face as Jamie drove to the hospital, the whole time, even in sleep she only thought one thing.

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