I didn't know her, but I wanted to. No, I need to. Needless to say, I spent the entire period staring at the back of her head. No man on earth could have been mesmerized by jet black curls the way I had been that entire period. The bell rang and I watched her gracefully walk out without even knowing I existed. There was something about her that almost made the world stop when she appeared. Oh God, am I in love with her? Is this love at first sight? The boys are never going to let me live this down.
The school day ends and I didn't manage to see her again until the end when I saw her walking into, what I assume is, her car. Cool car for a cool girl. I'm weak in the knees again, what the hell man.
For the rest of the day, I do everything possible to not be consistently thinking about her. I went to football practice and fumbled the ball more times than I could count. I went home, tried to do my homework, but I blanked on my name. I sat down for food, but I lost my appetite. All day, I thought about her emerald eyes. Her waist length, jet black, curly hair. Her medium sized frame. Her perfect face. I managed to get a solid three good looks at her face, and each time, I tried my best to memorize every detail. She had oval, medium set eyes and thick eyebrows. Thin button nose with freckles lightly placed over the bridge. Her pouty lips were adorned by small freckle, perfectly placed on top of the left side of her mouth. I want to say her face was a slight heart shape, which was tied flawlessly together by her tan, olive toned, complexion. By the end of the night I was determined to have her. Not in like a psycho, "I need to have you, because if I don't have you, nobody can have you", way. More like a, "let me take you on dates and listen to your favorite songs when I miss you" type of way. So I set my plan in motion.
The following weeks consisted of getting to know her, having her "tutor me" in English, and slowly making her like me. Fast forward to the next six months, and we started going on dates twice a week. Six months after I first laid eyes on her, she's now my girlfriend. Her birthday is now coming up and I decided to spend the day doing all the things she loves to do. We'll start off the day with ice cream at her favorite place. Then, well, I don't know what I'll do from there. She said something about a family dinner, so I don't know if I should take that as an invitation or not. I guess I'll just have to ask her. I don't know, all I know is, I'm so excited to see her again.
The following weeks leading up to her birthday literally flew by at God speed. The morning of her birthday is finally here, and I genuinely think I may be more excited than she will be. She's been complaining about this headache that keeps coming and going, so I'm really hoping she feels okay throughout the day today. I'm hoping out of the shower in time to receive her text which read, "Just finished up b-day breakfast with parents. Should be ready in an hour! Can't wait to see u. xoxo". It's crazy, this girl literally manages to make my heart skip a beat every time, even if it's a simple text.
One hour later and I'm knocking at her door. The dark brown door opens and Karla is standing there. Jesus, she's literally so perfect. I immediately notice that we're matching and I can't help but think that I'm so in love with this girl. Granted, we haven't said the "L" word yet, but I plan on telling her tonight. I look her up and down and take in every detail of her. She listened to me and left her hair alone today, I love her natural big curls. Her light brown eyeshadow makes her green eyes look like a deep sea of emerald. She has a black top on, and over it is a loose black flannel. Black ripped jeans, Black booties, and gold hoops. I mean, she's a little basic, but she's my basic girlfriend.
We make our way to my car and as soon as she gets in the car she looks at me and says "You smell really good. Did you actually shower today?" I smirk and tease back, "Man if you don't shut up". She tilts her head back and laughs at my comment. As always, she gets the aux chord in my car. Good thing is that she has great taste in music. So obviously, once "Have faith in me" starts playing, I turn the volume to the highest it'll go and we sing along at the top of our lungs. Next song comes on and it's "Basket Case". If all the songs she puts on are this good, we're going to arrive with no voice to the ice cream shop. 20 minutes into the drive and, from the corner of my eye, I notice that she subtly wincing and focusing on her breath. I turn down the radio to see if she's okay, "Hey, are you alright?"
She turns to me with squinted eyes and replies, "It's that stupid headache again."
"Do you want some Advil or Tylenol?" I offer.
"No, I took some Ibuprofen before you got to the house just incase this happened. hopefully it starts to kick in soon though." She replies. "How much longer until we get to the shop?" I look at my watch, and check the time.
"About 30 minutes, is that okay, or should we turn around?" She looks at her hands and quietly replies, "No, no. Let's keep going. I'll be fine!" She replies, but I know her fake happy voice better than I know my own fake happy voice. Five minutes pass and I see that she's physically in more pain than she was a few moments ago. I pull over for a bit to see what's going on and I notice that she's completely pale and sweating up a storm. She's struggling to keep her breathing under control and in a shaky voice she says, "Please drive faster so we can get into town soon." Say less, I pull out of the side of the road, put on my emergency blinkers and floor it.
50 mph, 25 minutes away. I keep looking over to make sure she's okay and it's almost as if she's physically changing right before my eyes. 60 mph, 20 minutes away. Her eyes are shut tight and her jaw keeps clenching and unclenching. 70mph, 15 minutes away. She heaving and her breathing is shaky just like her arms and hands. 80 mph, 10 minutes away. She's tightly holding the temples of her head in order to somehow subdue the pain she's in, she's clenching her jaw, her eyes are still tightly shut, and her complexion is a mixture between pale and vividly blushed.
We get into town an pull up to the ice cream shop and I whip out my phone. "Hold on babe, just keep breathing. I'm calling 911 right now!" She moans in pain and starts to pull her hair. This isn't normal, this can't be a basic headache. Jesus, is this what she's been dealing with this entire time? As I'm telling the dispatcher what's going on and giving her our location, I hear glass breaking on Karla's end. I turn to see what's going on. Her hand is covered in glass and blood is slowly filling the palm of her hand, she somehow managed to shatter the passenger side window. What the hell is going on? She opens the door and starts to slowly stumble outside the car. I cut the engine and get out as well.
"Danny, I can't hear you. Where are you?" She mumbles. "Karla, Karla! I'm right here." I reply, but she can't hear me. What is going on? I notice that she's holding onto something, along with all the blood that keeps dripping from her hand. Her eyes are slightly opened but not enough for her to maybe make out my face because she keeps calling for me even though I'm right in front of her.
"Danny, babe, my head. I can't hear you. Where are you???"
I'm practically yelling her name at this point, but for some reason she can't hear me. Suddenly she stops. She slouches over my car and I make my way towards her. "Karla, I'm right here. Can you hear me?" She slowly raises her face and looks at me for a split instant. There's something off and different about her. It's odd. I'm looking straight at her, but I feel like I'm with somebody else. It's almost as if, Karla isn't Karla. Her entire demeaner is off. In that split second, Karla wasn't the girl I was with. Her sense of being had completely changed. There's no better way to explain, other than to say, the body was her, but the energy coming from her physical being wasn't. To say she was possessed would be a stretch, yet also a believable statement. In the slight time frame in which we locked eyes, her eyes didn't look scared or confused. She knew who I was. Her eyes, which seemed to had darken for that split second, told me she was calm and aware of everything happening. She looked menacing as the tiniest of smirks adorned her beautiful face. Then, before I knew it, her arm raised and, without breaking eye contact, slammed onto my neck.
My body goes into instant shock as soon as the sharp pain dulls out. A slow shiver runs up my back while a warm wet sensation makes its way down my neck. My knees slowly give out and I feel my body slowly make it's way to the hot cement ground. I felt Karla's body slowly join mine and I felt her hand take mine. I try to call out to her, but I can't manage to form a single word. "Babe, baby." Karla calls out, and I stay silent. "Danny, I can hear sirens. They're coming to help and we can still have a fun day!" I hear her, but I don't say a word. I want to. I'm dying to talk to her, to let her know that this stupid piece of glass in my neck isn't letting me talk to her. I'm dying to hold her hand, but the strength isn't there. I hear the sirens too, and my vision starts to slowly fade. What was once a clear sight of Karla's black bracelets on her wrist, is now a black blur. She keeps calling out to me, and I the sirens are now here with us. I hear to voices, they're concerned. They don't know what they just walked into. They wait for the cops to arrive. My head is so disoriented at this point. I can hear Karla's voice, but I can't make out what she's saying. I'm dying to be able to tell her I love her.
I can feel her being lifted. Her hand is still holding onto mine, so my arm raises with her until she lets go. I want to scream out that this wasn't her fault. She didn't mean to hurt me or herself. This wasn't her. I don't know what happened. But this wasn't Karla. I want to help her. Hold her. Love her. I'm dying to love her a little longer. I'm dying to make sure she's okay. I'm just dying. I'm dying. I feel my eyes get heavy as I faintly feel my body get lifted onto, what I assume is, a gurney. I hear her faint voice one last time. I try to open my eyes as wide as I can to catch a final glimpse. I can't make them fully out, but I can see the emerald smudges. "Karla right? Listen, I don't know if anybody has told you this already, but those eyes are to die for. Like, I would gladly take a bullet for them." That was the first thing I ever told her. To this day, to my final breath, that statement remains true. I may not have taken a bullet for them, but I did take a stabbing for them. In a way, that's almost the same thing.
It's ironic. A solid year ago, when I first saw her, I swore I would have this girl in my life even if it killed me. Had I known that would be the reality of my fate, I probably still would've gone for it. At least I can go knowing that those emerald eyes are the last thing I saw. "Be careful what you wish for," and, "Danny, I swear, girls are going to be the death of you." My mother always said. It's so annoying how she's always right.
i don’t know what i was expecting but it wasn’t this omg i’m cryingggg😭
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