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Hey this is part one of a new story called
Between hurricane and harbor
I might post more on my second blogg there's a link just up there
And after this post I'll be posting the other parts of Lucy on there as well
So I hope u enjoy this


Between hurricane and harbor 

Its cold out side and the water underneath the bridge is flowing extremely heavily, I walk through the cold air,
My breath is white,smoke like, then I see her
She was sitting up against the bridge her dark figure showed she was skinny and her legs reached the end of the curb and onto the road
It was only when the truck drove by did I see it
Those big guiding head lights opened my eyes
Dropping my bag I ran as fast as I could to her
Sliding on the wet bridge I reach her in no time
I automatically clasp her bleeding wrists
Blood pures over my fingers making them warm not numb
I  turn around, screaming for help but I know no one would hear. In this small town know comes running when someone is screaming out, I scoop her up into both arms after I realize I can see my house and I know I can help out quicker then staying here waiting for the ambulance. I don't feel the cold anymore insead I feel her deep red fluid running down my cloths and staining my chest, her short blue hair chocks me with all the hair spray but it doesn't matter, in no time we are already past the bridge and heading to the house, I lye her down against the wall next to my front door, the house is only small but it works well for me and my room mate who is out, over seas for a while, I start screaming towards her. 
" keep pressure on your arms"
But she only moans 
I crab both her elbows and lift her into my arms
Helping her into the bath
I raise both of her wrists and start straight away
Strapping up one and then observing the other
This one is horribly dirty
I look deep into her dark green eyes and say
" this is gonna hurt a lot but you have to trust me"
I put her arm under the tap and spin the hot water tap
It steams and burns her flesh but cleans the wounds perfectly
I grab her now clean wrist and start with the stitches 
I quickly fix the worst ones on each side
And she just lays there
Motionlessly 
I don't know if she is dead except for the occasional and way to long part moans
After fixing up her arm
I lay there next to the bath tub
Covered in blood
With the front door still open
I look towards her
Tears pouring down her face
And then her eyes shut
She has passed out
But I don't know what to do
I just lay there checking her neck for a beat every few minutes

I wake up suddenly to the slam of the front door