Originally posted on mibba for a songfic and photo (Emergency by Paramore) contest but I found the picture I was given on here so I thought I'd post it :) Enjoy xxx
Last night I saw something that changed my life completely. Last night, the strongest person I knew cried. Last night, true love died when it deserved to be alive.
The wood was quite as Drake and I stepped into the clearing of where tonight the party would be held. It was informal so I had dressed in a blue floral dress and an old pair of Dr.martins. My hair was loose, still drying from the quick shower I had had before leaving. Drake, on the other hand, had dressed in nothing more than a pair of well-worn jeans and some Nike trainers, the weather was warm for once in Britain and he was taking as much advantage of this as possible. Honestly, I think he just wanted to show off his new muscular body, but who cares? I had no rejections.
In the middle of clearing, a bonfire had been built, and in the shadows of the surrounding trees I could see people foraging for more branches. Obviously, this bonfire was going to be huge. My friend, Elena, walked out of the shadows, a large amount of sticks in her arms. After dumping them on the fire she turned to me, the largest smile plastered on her face.
“Flo, I knew you would come!” She said, rushing over and embracing me in a tight hug. “I see you brought supplies.”
Smiling, I handed over the large fireworks I had brought with me. “I would never forget. I want your party to be perfect.”
Elena giggled gleefully, embraced me one last time then ran off to place the fireworks.
A warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into a sweet, but firm, bear hug. “Someone’s excited.”
I turned and hugged Drake; “It is her eighteenth after all.”
Drake poked the tip of my nose gently, a large smile etching onto his face; “I’m on about you, silly. You’ve had that stupid grin on your face since we got here.”
“You think my smile is stupid?” I faked a gasp, pulling away from his hug.
“I think it’s perfect.” Drake replied, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me back. “Still a drama queen, I see.”
I flicked his muscularly chest; “An actress never leaves her role.”
“What’s this role then? Spoiled brat?”
“Hey! I brought those fireworks, what did you do?”
I tried to keep a straight face, but hysterical giggles broke through my lips, totally foiling my attempt of being ‘cool’ for at least ten seconds. Drake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading us over to the fallen trees which were to be used as seats, muttering something along the lines of; “Muppet,” under his breath. By the time we had sat down, more people had begun arriving, and very soon after, all the tree logs were filled, forcing me to sit on Drake’s lap, not that I minded. As the sun disappeared behind the greenery, Elena carried a large, fiery torch towards the huge pile of branches. Raising her free hands to her lips to ask for silence, she lowered the burning torch to the ground. Soon after it touched the whole bonfire was burning at a steady pace, massive red flames leaping high into the air and above the treetops. I squirmed in Drake’s tight grip, the scene before me sending adrenaline pumping through my veins. Once Elena seemed to think the flames had got high enough, she pulled a box of matches out of her jean pocket and began lighting all the fireworks surrounding the bonfire. We counted down, everyone craving an exciting result. But, something was wrong. The first fireworks fuse had burnt up, but it sat in the same place whilst we all watched in anticipation.
“No-one move!” Elena commanded, rather have people miss out on a couple of fireworks than them receiving serious injuries.
After another minute nothing happened, but still Elena told everyone to remain seated.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large bucket of water causing a plan to swim into my head. I nudged Drake, then pointed towards the water.
“I’ll do it,” He said, lifting me off his lap and grabbing the bucket.
“My idea, Drake. Let me.” I replied, not wanting him to get hurt.
I placed my hands on the bucket and gave it a sharp tug, a sign to Drake to let go. He raised an eyebrow unimpressed.
“We’ll both do it.” I nodded slowly and moved towards the firework.
Elena either didn’t see us, or thought that we would be OK. Whatever the answer, she didn’t intercept. When we were around two meters away from the believed lifeless firework a slight hissing filled my ears. Smoke began pouring out the end of the firework. It was going to set off. Drake must have realized this too, the way his eyes were fixed on the dark smoke told me this, but why wasn’t he moving away?
“Drake, come on back. We’ll get hit.” I urged, starting to move backwards.
“I don’t want anyone getting hurt, go sit down, Flo.”
Frowning, I shook my head, refusing to move. The hiss began to turn into a whoosh and I began to back away, but Drake stood still.
“Drake! Move!” I yelled, dropping my handle of the bucket and rushing to his side.
“Just go sit down!” He replied.
I grabbed onto his arm then made a feeble attempt to try and move him back, but with his newly found strength it was impossible. Sparks began to fly everywhere and a sudden jolt to the chest made Drake fall to the floor. I gasped and felt liquid touch my flesh. Glancing down, I saw it was blood. But I was not bleeding…
“Drake?” I whispered, not daring to look at my boyfriend.
Cautiously, I looked down to where he lay and my breathing stopped. Drake’s stomach was bleeding. Violently. His chest rose and fell quickly as he breathed heavily, his eyes filled with pain.
Moisture began running down my cheeks, instantly making my legs weak. I fell to the floor, grasping Drake’s bloody hand in mine.
“Leave, Flo. Don’ t look at me like this.” Drake whispered.
Wiping his hair from his brown eyes, I replied; “I’m not leaving, Drake. I’ll keep holding on.”
He attempted to nod but I could see the movement caused him pain.
“Don’t move.” I said quickly, making him rest his head on the grass floor. “Stay completely still.”
Drake was silent for a few seconds and I could hear the commotion going on around me. Teenagers were screaming whilst Elena desperately tried to calm them down. A few had their phones out, but from the flashes of bright light every –so-often told me that they were taking photos not calling for help or an ambulance.
“Flo, are you listening?” Drake asked, his voice was becoming fainter. “I want you to listen.
I nodded, focusing all my attention on him.
“I’m not sure I’m gonna make it,” he breathed. “And if I do, these scars won’t fade away. So I want you to promise something if do die…”
“You’re not going to die.” I wept, the tears falling harder.
“I want you to promise me that you’ll forget me. I want you to ignore all the gossip people will spread and you must never, ever think this was your fault. OK.”
I shook my head, my sight too blurry from the tears to even distinguish what was happening. All I could see was crimson red blood spilling everywhere and the sound of Drake’s strong voice beginning to break under the pain.
“Flo, listen. You must promise me. It’s my final wish.” Drake’s voice was weakening, and even though I did not want to attempt it I knew he was going to die.
“I promise, Drake. I promise. But you are not going to die, OK. You are not going to die! We’ll get through this. We’ll get through this together, please Drake. Say you’ll get better.” My tears fell faster and my whole body shook as I spoke. My words fell out of my lips seemed useless and meaningless, I was a wreak. I had never cried, once. And when the time came for me to be strong for Drake, I had not been strong. He was the one in pain, and I was the one weeping, not him.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Drake sighed.
The tight grip he had on my hand loosened and his hand fell to the floor.
“Drake!” I shouted, “Drake! Please!”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged his lifeless body. Burrowing my head into his neck I ran my hands through his hair, my tears mixing with Drake’s blood.
“Please.” I whispered one last time.