“ASHLEY! NO!”
“AMARIE! WAKE UP!” I woke up and whimpered.
“Ashley.” I started to sob into his shoulder.
“What’s wrong? You were screaming my name and I couldn’t wake you up. What happened?” I hadn’t told him. Mark had synced my phone the day at the airport. I changed phones twice (Ashley didn’t know this either) but he STILL had it synced. He started to text me then.
‘Amarie. You are mine. I will kill that fucking emo fag and get to you.’
‘You can’t escape me. I know you love me. The marks prove that.’
‘I’m coming for you, and for him. Better watch out.’
‘Found you!’ The last one he had taken a picture with. It was me. I was alone, drinking my morning coffee. ‘Tell your emo fag husband to watch out. I’m coming to kill him and take you back.’ I had gone back to cutting myself because of this.
“Amarie.” I looked into his eyes. He had my phone. I guess I had it in my hands. Whoops. “Who is this?”
“Mark,” I whispered. I could tell he was getting pissed.
“What was your dream?” I shook my head. “Do you wanna write it?” He knew if something hurt too much for me to say, I would rather write it. I nodded. “OK. Wait here.” I panicked and grabbed him tighter. “Amarie.” He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, until I relaxed a little. He walked over and grabbed a notebook and a pen. He sat down next to me and handed it to me. I started writing.
‘Back at the airport, I had run to the bathroom, and you had confronted Mark. I came out and Mark was on the floor, and was smiling evilly. He had a knife in his hand.
‘ASHLEY!’ You had looked at me and started to walk my way. “NO! HE HAS A KNIFE!’ You had looked confused, then shocked. You fell to the floor, and he repeatedly stabbed you in the chest. I had run over to you, and blood was everywhere. I kept screaming your name over and over, and then you said,
“Amarie. I love you. Remember that.” Then you had coughed up blood and died.
“ASHLEY! NO!’ Then you woke me up.’ He read it over and then hugged me tighter.
“God, Amarie. Why didn’t you tell me before?” I started to cry again.
“I was scared. He had done this before. That’s how the second guy found out about the cutting and left. I went to the cops before, but they didn’t do anything about it. I tried going to them this time, but they had blown it off. I didn’t want you to worry, I guess, since the cops weren’t worried about it.”
“I’m here. Don’t ever forget that, OK? Go back to sleep. I will be here.” I held him as tight, and soon gave into the darkness of sleep.