I wrote this in my Psycho class, and ended up turning it in for an assignment cause I'm just to lazy to write something new. Teacher had a talk with me about it, thought I was about to get 'a talk' instead it turns out its going into the schools annual magazine. Cool 'eh. Dunno if its any good though, been wondering what people thought of it.

Do You Love?

“Do you love?” she asked me, her voice soft and weak. I opened my eyes to see the gym ceiling and licked my lips. They had felt dry ever since we began the plan.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I replied, inwardly shocked at the fading strength of my own voice.

“I dunno. Maybe nothing, maybe something. Who knows? I just thought of it.”

Her speech was becoming strained. I could hear it just as well as I could hear the slowing of my heart in my chest. That gradually fading beat…

“So?”

I must have started to fade off, but it was her voice and sudden grip on my hand that seemed to bring me back to reality. I turned my head to get a look at her and noticed she was very pale now, a sharp contrast to her usually tan skin. Blood was beginning to pool around her head making her color seem to drain away even more.

“I don’t think…” I tried to speak steadily, choosing my words carefully, “…that people like us are allowed to love.”
Her grip on my hand started to slack and eventually it disappeared altogether.

“Maybe one day, we’ll be allowed to love. Just like everyone else.”

I wanted to tell her something, something I thought might be important, but her gentle sigh told me it was too late. Even before her now chilling hand left mine, I knew she was gone, and that I would soon follow. Closing my eyes, I shuddered, feeling the warmth leave my body.

Using whatever strength I had left, I reached out for her and pulled her close. I felt very weak now, and very tired, but extremely relaxed at the same time. I smiled weakly, thinking of the reaction of our peers when they walk into the gym in the morning to see the pair of ‘dykes’ they so lovingly called us on the floor. It was then against my will, the words left my mouth as the darkness began to take over.

“Do you love?”


“Yes, I did.”