Stories by Jennie..Bringing You Hockey Slash since March 23rd, 2006!

Stories by Jennie..Bringing You Hockey Slash since March 23rd, 2006! Your voice will bring me back to you..

I'm alone. Darkness surrounds me and gravel shuffles beneath my feet as I run down the deserted street. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where I'll end up.

Until then, you're in my dreams..

Suddenly, I'm engulfed by a group of chanting people. What are they saying? Why can't I hear them? The group parts and you're standing there, a smirk on your face. Though I could not understand those people, I know what you are saying clearly, though you haven't been able to speak for months. "Don't follow."

Always in my dreams..

Despite what you say, I can't help but follow. 'Don't leave me alone,' I want to yell to you. When I open my mouth to speak, I realize it is taped shut. I'm still running, still chasing after you. You turn around to look at me and stop dead in your tracks, a look of horror on your face.

Haunting me forever..

Slowly you walk over to me, the gravel gently hitting my legs as you walk. "Don't move. It'll all be okay." You say gently. A loud shot is heard, echoing in my ears. One. Two. Three times. 'Close your eyes. Stand still. Open your eyes.'

In my heart, in my soul, in my mind..

Your body lays limp beneath me, floating in a puddle of blood. Through my vision clouded my tears, I see a teenage boy walk up to me, the gun still aimed at your head. Our eyes meet and for what seems like minutes, we continue to stare at eachother.

Seperated by the ties of love..

"This could be you." The teenage boy says, motioning to you. Not wanting to look down at you another time, I look at the boy. A nametag sits on the left breast pocket of his shirt, bearing the name, Dougie. As if in slow motion, his arm lifts, the gun still in his hands, and is pointed directly at my head. "Don't move. It'll all be okay." He says, before another loud shot is heard above the sound of your words, words we used to share before your accident, "Love you always.."

But somehow, we will come together..

My eyes fly open to see you crouched above me, your eyes gaped in horror. I look around me and see that your strong, masculine hands are tightly grasping my arms. Your hair is disheveled and dark circles are outlining your deep brown eyes. Immediately, I relax under you, and I can see that you are relieved that everything is okay. You roll over to my left side and lay down next to me, grasping my hand in the process.

And you will make it all okay..

"I'm sorry if I woke you, Mat. I had this nightmare, is all." I say, turning to look at you. Instead, I see the bck of your head, as clumps of your curly black hair fill my mouth. I can see you frantically writing something on a pad next to the table by the side of the bed. You hand the pad to me and you gently touch my arm.

Until the end of time..

'Listen,' the pad says in your scrawled hand writing. After making sure you have my full attention, I can hear you speak. Though broken and monotonous, I can make out what you say perfectly. "Love you always."

Always and forever..
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