Black Butterflies (Short Story)
I made this up in Science class, when i was bored a s hell, and this idea just popped in my head. like BAM write me! So here it is, probably the saddest story i've written. And i was crying the whole time i was writing it. All of my classmates looked at me funny. XD!
Quibblo does not own this. Becca Corvec (me) does
â€œHello?â€ I answered.
â€œAre you Elizabeth DeLoire?â€ the man asked.
â€œYes?â€ I said cautiously.
â€œGood. Iâ€™m calling to let you know that Jorge cannot make it to your house tonight. He was in a car accident. We arenâ€™t sure if he will make it.â€ He said. I burst out into tears.
â€œHe asked me to call you. He wants you to know that- Oh; he can speak. Here.â€ He said. There were noises coming from the other end.
â€œElizabeth?â€ a weak voice whispered.
â€œJorge?â€ I replied quickly.
â€œI want you to know that if â€“cough- I donâ€™t make it, I love you and I always have. I will wait for you in heaven, I promise.â€ He spoke.
â€œJorge, youâ€™ll make it. At least make it until I get there.â€ I cried.
â€œI will. For you.â€ He croaked, â€œHurry. I donâ€™t know how long I can last.â€
â€œI will see you again Jorge.â€ I said before I hung up the phone. I grabbed the keys to my car and raced off. The hospital was only a twenty-minute drive away. I raced inside and talked to the lady at the desk.
â€œJorge Morique?â€ I asked.
â€œFloor 2, room 109.â€ She replied coldly. I raced up the stairs, with no time to wait for elevators. First came room 107, 108, and finally 109. I knocked on the door. A man in a lab coat and a mask came out. He nodded at me and let me in. Jorge was in a full body cast and a billion monitors attached to him.
â€œElizabeth.â€ Jake whimpered.
â€œJorge Iâ€™m here. Donâ€™t leave me.â€ I took his hand and started crying. He used his better arm to stroke my hair softly.
â€œElizabeth, I love you. I have held on long enough. Please donâ€™t do anything stupid while Iâ€™m gone. I will wait for you in Heaven. My world will rejoice when you join me. Just remember, I love you.â€ He said. He slowly closed his eyes and the monitor went blank. I cried even harder. I began screaming his name, praying that he would come back. Eventually I calmed down, and the doctor told me I had to go.
â€œJorge, I love you too. I always have, and I always will.â€ I whispered before I left the room. I cried all the way to my car, my mascara running and my eyes puffy and red. A black butterfly landed on my hand, and slowly flapped itâ€™s wings. One moment, there was nothing there. The next, on the wings of the butterfly, was written: I love you, and I always will.