Karl & Danielle
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
~ Jesse McCartney Beautiful Soul
Her tired eyes fluttered shut, her last breath already taken.
The cold air nipped at his face, sending the slightest breeze across the bare trees. His paws rested on his hips, relaxed and soothed. He watched the snow dance across the many trees, hide behind the bushes. Little did he know someone was watching him, too, someone in particular.
Her hair blew across her pale face. She wasn't abnormal, she was an average girl. Her eyes watched the male occupy himself, aware that he could turn any minute. Her courage strengthened as she tapped on his shoulder.
"..Karl..?"
His head jerked to the side, his eyes wide.
"Danielle, you scared me," His voice was serious, and shakiness was visible in his tone.
Her violet eyes looked at him in surprise, amazed at his reaction. She hadn't seen him in years, and he acted as though they saw eachother everyday. She smirked, trying to hide the pain she was feeling.
"Heh, I'm sorry. It's so nice to see you, though."
"I-I..It's nice to see you too, Danielle. It's been so long.." He blushed, her eyes drawn towards him.
She leaned in for a kiss, as her eyes fluttered shut, the murderous scream escaped her mouth.
"..Danielle! Wake up!" Karl shook her body, his grip tight. She awoke surrounded by white walls and sanitary objects, covered with the smell of steril.
A sudden rush of pain shot through her lower body. She looked at the wound, mounted in the center of her belly.
"Karl.." She muttered, trying to stay awake. Her eyes could not stay open, frightened that the same killer who left the scar would come and harm her.
It hurt to breathe, and it still felt as if a weapon was wedged in between her bones. She gasped each time she tried to breathe, paralyzed with pain.
"Danielle, the doctors will take care of you," Karl's alarmed voice filled the room, sending a shiver through her spine. "You'll be alright,"
She found it hard to believe she might stay alive. The pain lasted for too long. She was unable to breathe, to speak, to listen to the words her friend was saying. It was a struggle to stay alive.
The doctors suddenly rushed into the room, monitoring her heart beat. The girl lay moaning, staying alive. The monitor beeped every sharp second, which seemed like hours to her.
Nothing the doctors did helped, and she started to drift off into a pleasant trance, her body lay motionless. The monitor did not beep anymore, for she was dead.
The cold air nipped at his face, sending the slightest breeze across the bare trees. His paws rested on his hips, relaxed and soothed. He watched the snow dance across the many trees, hide behind the bushes. Little did he know someone was watching him, too, someone in particular.
Her hair blew across her pale face. She wasn't abnormal, she was an average girl. Her eyes watched the male occupy himself, aware that he could turn any minute. Her courage strengthened as she tapped on his shoulder.
"..Karl..?"
His head jerked to the side, his eyes wide.
"Danielle, you scared me," His voice was serious, and shakiness was visible in his tone.
Her violet eyes looked at him in surprise, amazed at his reaction. She hadn't seen him in years, and he acted as though they saw eachother everyday. She smirked, trying to hide the pain she was feeling.
"Heh, I'm sorry. It's so nice to see you, though."
"I-I..It's nice to see you too, Danielle. It's been so long.." He blushed, her eyes drawn towards him.
She leaned in for a kiss, as her eyes fluttered shut, the murderous scream escaped her mouth.
"..Danielle! Wake up!" Karl shook her body, his grip tight. She awoke surrounded by white walls and sanitary objects, covered with the smell of steril.
A sudden rush of pain shot through her lower body. She looked at the wound, mounted in the center of her belly.
"Karl.." She muttered, trying to stay awake. Her eyes could not stay open, frightened that the same killer who left the scar would come and harm her.
It hurt to breathe, and it still felt as if a weapon was wedged in between her bones. She gasped each time she tried to breathe, paralyzed with pain.
"Danielle, the doctors will take care of you," Karl's alarmed voice filled the room, sending a shiver through her spine. "You'll be alright,"
She found it hard to believe she might stay alive. The pain lasted for too long. She was unable to breathe, to speak, to listen to the words her friend was saying. It was a struggle to stay alive.
The doctors suddenly rushed into the room, monitoring her heart beat. The girl lay moaning, staying alive. The monitor beeped every sharp second, which seemed like hours to her.
Nothing the doctors did helped, and she started to drift off into a pleasant trance, her body lay motionless. The monitor did not beep anymore, for she was dead.
Based on my real-life experiences.
