Crimson Regret
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,589
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Crimson Regret
Crimson Regret
Chapter One
~~~
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more (so much more)
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
~~~
"Gracie... Love.. I'm home!" Orlando called out as he walked through the door. He heard no reply, and called out again. "Gracie?"
"God... help me..." he heard faintly.
He stopped and headed back towards the bathroom where the faint voice had come from.
"Gracie... are you... Oh God!" he said once he had the door open and had stepped in. "Love... what have you done?" he asked.
"I...I... I tried to stop the pain... to kill it... make it all go away... but now I hurt more.... so much more." she said looking up at him.
"Pain... what pain Love?" he asked. He was confused.
He hadnt known that she was in any pain, or any kind. He gently, yet firmly held a wash cloth over the deep cuts in her wrists. He looked about the room. There was a pool of crimson blood pooled below her, and staining her clothes, a razor blade lay on the floor near bye, the white lanolium floor beging to stain from the blood.
"The pain of loving you... " she said softly, and weakly.
She slumped over on to the floor. It was then that he noticed the deep cuts in the other wrist as well. He grabbed another wash cloth and wrapped it around that one. He said nothing, but she continued.
"I'm laying here... dying... I regret it... look at all this crimson regret... Such betrayl... I'm dying... I'm praying... I'm bleeding... bleeding..." she paused a moment, taking a deep breath, a tear rolling down her cheek. "And I'm screaming.... AM I TOO LOST? CAN I BE SAVED!?"
He looked at her. "I'm gonna save you... I'll be right back Love..." he said.
He left to go get the phone to call for help.
~~~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~~~
She didnt respond to him when he spoke to her. She just laid there, feeling weaker and weaker. Tears now rushed down her cheeks, as crimson regret continued to pour from her body. She turned her head ever so slightly, looking up to the ceiling, towards the heavens and asked.
"God... my Tourniquet... return to me salvation... please... I'm sorry." she said.
Her eyes began to roll back into her head.
"No! Stay away Love... Help is on the way." She heard.
She looked up at Orlando. "Return to me Salvation..." she mumbled.
~~~
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
~~~
"Your're gonna be alright... Help is on the way Gracie..." he said.
His voice seemed so far away, her vision was blurred, with tears, and her weakening state. She looked back towards the ceiling, speaking to God again.
"Will you remember me... do you know who I am... I was lost for so long... Will you greet me there on the other side God... or have you forgotten me... or will you forget me if you havent?" She looked back to Orlando. "I'm dying... I'm praying... and I am bleeding... bleeding so much! And Screaming... do you hear me! AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?" She asked.
"No Love... youre not... I'm here... it's gonna be alright." he said gently.
"I'm lost... too lost."
~~~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~~~
"My God... my torniquet.... help me... return my salvation to me... please... Love me..." she prayed.
Her voice was barely a whisper now. She looked so weak, and fragile. He gently petted her hair.
"It's gonna be okay Gracie... just dont follow any lights... dont leave me... I love you." he said.
She looked up at him. "My salvation... you're my salvation."
~~~
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
~~~
He was now on the brink of tears himself. He was losing her, and he'd only just gotten her. They'd been through so much, and now... now it was ending too soon.
"Dont give in... Gracie... please I love you." he pleaded.
She smiled at him. "I love you... but my wounds are crying for the grave, and my sould cries for deliverence. I'm going soon..." she said to him.
She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a few tears slid from the corners of her eyes, as well as his.
"Orlando... do you think I'll be denied Christ... my torniquet, for my suicide?" she asked.
A few more tears fell from her eyes onto her cheeks. "No... Gracie... God loves you... He wouldnt deny you..." he said.
She sighed softly and smiled gently. "My salvation..." she whispered.
He watched her eyes flutter close, but never to re-open. Tears poured down his cheeks. "I love You Gracie... I love you." he said holding her, and rocking her limp body in his arms.
Chapter One
~~~
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more (so much more)
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
~~~
"Gracie... Love.. I'm home!" Orlando called out as he walked through the door. He heard no reply, and called out again. "Gracie?"
"God... help me..." he heard faintly.
He stopped and headed back towards the bathroom where the faint voice had come from.
"Gracie... are you... Oh God!" he said once he had the door open and had stepped in. "Love... what have you done?" he asked.
"I...I... I tried to stop the pain... to kill it... make it all go away... but now I hurt more.... so much more." she said looking up at him.
"Pain... what pain Love?" he asked. He was confused.
He hadnt known that she was in any pain, or any kind. He gently, yet firmly held a wash cloth over the deep cuts in her wrists. He looked about the room. There was a pool of crimson blood pooled below her, and staining her clothes, a razor blade lay on the floor near bye, the white lanolium floor beging to stain from the blood.
"The pain of loving you... " she said softly, and weakly.
She slumped over on to the floor. It was then that he noticed the deep cuts in the other wrist as well. He grabbed another wash cloth and wrapped it around that one. He said nothing, but she continued.
"I'm laying here... dying... I regret it... look at all this crimson regret... Such betrayl... I'm dying... I'm praying... I'm bleeding... bleeding..." she paused a moment, taking a deep breath, a tear rolling down her cheek. "And I'm screaming.... AM I TOO LOST? CAN I BE SAVED!?"
He looked at her. "I'm gonna save you... I'll be right back Love..." he said.
He left to go get the phone to call for help.
~~~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~~~
She didnt respond to him when he spoke to her. She just laid there, feeling weaker and weaker. Tears now rushed down her cheeks, as crimson regret continued to pour from her body. She turned her head ever so slightly, looking up to the ceiling, towards the heavens and asked.
"God... my Tourniquet... return to me salvation... please... I'm sorry." she said.
Her eyes began to roll back into her head.
"No! Stay away Love... Help is on the way." She heard.
She looked up at Orlando. "Return to me Salvation..." she mumbled.
~~~
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
~~~
"Your're gonna be alright... Help is on the way Gracie..." he said.
His voice seemed so far away, her vision was blurred, with tears, and her weakening state. She looked back towards the ceiling, speaking to God again.
"Will you remember me... do you know who I am... I was lost for so long... Will you greet me there on the other side God... or have you forgotten me... or will you forget me if you havent?" She looked back to Orlando. "I'm dying... I'm praying... and I am bleeding... bleeding so much! And Screaming... do you hear me! AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?" She asked.
"No Love... youre not... I'm here... it's gonna be alright." he said gently.
"I'm lost... too lost."
~~~
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
~~~
"My God... my torniquet.... help me... return my salvation to me... please... Love me..." she prayed.
Her voice was barely a whisper now. She looked so weak, and fragile. He gently petted her hair.
"It's gonna be okay Gracie... just dont follow any lights... dont leave me... I love you." he said.
She looked up at him. "My salvation... you're my salvation."
~~~
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
~~~
He was now on the brink of tears himself. He was losing her, and he'd only just gotten her. They'd been through so much, and now... now it was ending too soon.
"Dont give in... Gracie... please I love you." he pleaded.
She smiled at him. "I love you... but my wounds are crying for the grave, and my sould cries for deliverence. I'm going soon..." she said to him.
She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a few tears slid from the corners of her eyes, as well as his.
"Orlando... do you think I'll be denied Christ... my torniquet, for my suicide?" she asked.
A few more tears fell from her eyes onto her cheeks. "No... Gracie... God loves you... He wouldnt deny you..." he said.
She sighed softly and smiled gently. "My salvation..." she whispered.
He watched her eyes flutter close, but never to re-open. Tears poured down his cheeks. "I love You Gracie... I love you." he said holding her, and rocking her limp body in his arms.