my love (Emmets side)

I apologize about the wierdness of the lay out but this is the best i could do the blog keeps scrambling it and it has taken me over an hour to get it to somthing readable. So i am sorry but try to enjoy i kind of like this chapter.
My loveI hated the summer heat. I also hated being cold. In fact I hated all weather and was annoyed that I had gone into collage instead of staying at home in front of my very large fan and drinking cheap pop from the bottle mostly because in my student house of testosterone filled boys no one new how to do dishes or every one was to tired to do dishes. What was worse was when I got my ass to class all i found was a big note saying that Mr. Montana was off with a summer cold.

I had just decided to give up with walking and turn into a well air conditioned cafeteria for a glass of pop from a clean glass when the sight in front of me stopped me in my tracks erasing all thoughts of cheap pop and giant very non energy efficient fans left my head. In the gutter was a girl, a very small very frightened little girl that was covered in blood and intent of causing more as she sliced into her tiny thin arms with a dirty used beer bottle from the gutter.

 I breathed deeply trying to steady my self and looked around helplessly for someone else to step in to save me from what I was seeing in front of me. The girl was thin to thin. The sickening kind of thin that Eating disorder awareness campaigns’ would stick in the middle of magazines and on pin boards to try and show what thy could do to people and I am sure this would of done the trick. With a trembling hand I pulled my mobile out of my pocket and dialled a number I had never really wanted to dialled from it. 999. I tried to remain calm as I spoke to the operator on the phone and looked around franticly for some inspiration as to what damn street I was on.

 “Is she violent Sir?” The smarmy woman who sounded like she should have been working at an air port check in rather then an ambulance call room asked down the phone in between chewing her gum.
“I don’t know she looks to ill to violent to be honest and besides I am about four times the size of her I am sure I can control it OK.”
 “OK sir I am going to send the police as well do not approach her but keep an eye on her and wait for us to get there.”
“Yeah fine, just hurry up.” I snapped snapping my phone shut and going slightly closer to the girl before bending down behind her and secretly wishing I had all ready done my on the job training at the psyceatric unit all ready, I had a feeling being book smart was not going to help here. For a start it looked like the last thing she would once right now was to be offered a cup of tee and a donut.” “Wow, honey, stop hurting your self. Give me that bottle OK, your bleeding a lot and I have to help you. Whatever it is I can help OK. Well I will try but you have to give me that glass.” I said gently slowly extending my hand out to take the bottle which she snatched away from me with a growl and hovered it over the main exposed arteries in the back of her wrist. I shifted back holding up my hands in a surrender.
“Go away unless you want the same fate as Ryan.” The girl snarled her hand with the glass in shaking violently just before she dragged the bottle hard down across the thin blue lines causing a jet of deep red liquid to spurt from the wounds spraying herself and myself and in the process. I gasped A s I looked down at my arms that where now covered in her blood and had to compose my mind. I had no idea with want to do.“I want to die OK!” the girl spluttered clearly
shocked by the extent of her bleeding but trying not to show it.I am not going back to that place!
"I don’t know where your from are who you are Honey but I have called an ambulance to come and give you some help. One because I am a student nurse and I am not going to lose a young girl before I even get my licence OK. Now I have to put pressure on that wrist and you have to tell me why you are throwing blood up all over the pavements and why the hell you are using a broken beer bottle to cut into your own skin!” I babbled talking to fast to make much sense but she seamed to understand as she dropped the glass onto the floor and scooted up on the curb to let me sit next to her.
Not sure what else to do because A I was not In a Sterile hospital with almost unlimited supply
and B because I had only every done this in before in a fake emergency with my class mates using fake vampire blood from the joke shop which me landed up eating because it tasted like strawberry I gripped the bleeding wound in my left hand and threw her writ up into the air.
I could feel her warm blood pumping forcefully against the palm of my hand and seeping through my fingers before dripping like rain drops onto the gutter where it gathered into a puddle. 
 “I’m Emmet by the way.” I said softly as I could trying to disguise the utter panic that was floating around in my stomach. “ Is there any chance of you telling me yours?” I asked ripping the bottom of my tee shirt in a long strip and attaching it around the various wounds on her arms. Trust me to ware my favourite tee shirt today. I thought mournfully as the blood soaked through the cloth.
 “I am Esmee and I ran away.” The young girl sighed while gently lifting up her hand and placing it on top of mine sending a shot of electricity up through my body. Her touch was gentle and smooth against my skin.
“Ran away from where?” I asked mentally trying to shake my self off this was no time to start getting all gooey and it wasn’t like I should have any emotional connection to this girl any way, I met her three minutes ago.
“Apple gate house. You know the new child loony bin. I ran away because they made me fat Emmet. I had spent my life trying to get thin and pretty and perfect and they shove me in there for nearly seven months now and put tubes down my nose and they make me fat and nasty and horrible.”
 “You think your fat?” I stuttered unable to except what had just spilled out of her lips. If it was Suzie my closest friend I would of I would of slapped her hugged her then forced a sandwich down her throat of course Suzie wasn’t in the grips of severe Anorexia and didn’t really believe she was fat, nasty and horrible. Then the real problem with Esmee’s statement stuck me like a blast of wind almost knocking me off of my feat. “What?” A tube in your nose” Esmee you had an NG?” I Shouted gripping Esmee by the shoulder and spinning her around so I could look at her face properly hoping that I had just missed the tiny little tube coming out of her nose but there wasn’t and her nose was bleeding too not a good sign that the tube had been removed in a safe way.
 “Esmee there is no NG in you nose now what the hell happened? I shouted again making her cower slightly her perfect ebony coloured eyes squinting slightly, her thin lips turning down at the ends as she pulled her shoulders up to reach her chin making me instantly regret raising my voice.
 “I tore the stupid thing out OK!” Esmee suddenly yelled her eyes filling with moisture that that she forced back down also a line of bright red blood escaped over her lips causing her to cough more blood into the gutter which probably meant she had ruptured her oesophagus. Which I new really wasn’t good.
“because I am screaming OK!” Esmee suddenly shouted flinging her arms up into the air causing more blood to spurt out of the laceration on her wrist which I grabbed again quickly applying pressure“and I am screaming inside and I can’t stop and there is nothing else left in me and you know what I really want to do Emmet! I want to snuggle up in that over muscular chest of your and I want to cry until I have no more tears left in my body but I can’t do that A because you are one of the hottest men I have ever seen and I am a fat stupid loony child that has run away from the mental unit and B it has been so long since I actually cried I think I have forgotten how!” Esmee yelled before vomiting more blood which made her begin to choke. I glance around anxiously for the ambulance but there was no sign.
 “Right, Esmee shut the fuck up for a bit and open your gob!” I said leaning forward and trying to hock open her mouth with my finger so I could look down her throat.
 “What get the hell off of me!” Esmee yelled slapping my hand away from her which almost made me laugh, she was cute.
 Esmee Open your damn moth all ready! I need to check your throat if you have pulled your NG out you might of ruptured your oesophagus and you might be bleeding out which means you might die and I don’t want that to happen.” I stated as I felt the blood gently pool through my fingers.I sighed and ripped another strip off of my tee shirt and tied it tightly around Esmee’s fore arm just above the wrist trying to cut the blood supply off to that part of her arm as the pressure clearly wasn’t working.

"Well I am scared of you dying OK Esmee. I am really scared.” I said surprised by how my voice shock and my eyes filled with water that I had to push away. “You have an arterial bleed in you wrist, you could be slowly drowning in your own blood and there are wounds on your hips that go down to the bone which means you could die from an infection! Hell Esmee it will be a damn miracle if you don‘t die right now and I do not what you to die in my arms! You are what 14 years old, you are too young to die."
“16!” Esmee spluttered before sneezing which caused blood to start pouring out the end of her noise and the sides of her mouth. I ripped another piece of my tee shirt and tried to wipe the blood away from her face as the tears escaped over my eyes and down my cheeks.
“Well I am 19 OK a whole three years older then you and I am sure as hell too young to die so by default that makes you too young to die OK” I shouted panic crawling up my throat causing my breath to come shallow. “
Esmee sighed trying to comfort me as she rested her cheek against my chest.Emmet I have felt like I am dead inside for so long. Hell I am such an emotional freak now that I can’t even cry. So dying is not the worst thing Emmet, for me dying is good. For me it means an end to the hurting.”
 “You can not die Esmee OK! You just can’t!” I snapped unwilling tom let her go.
　"why?” Was the simple answer I got back as her bottom lip quivered like a puppy from a cartoon before a tear trickled down over her face. She was asking for a reason to fight, asking for a reason to stay and the only one I had would maybe not be enough. It was because I loved her, I loved her all ready, unconditionally, and I new that now I had found her I could not live in a world where she didn’t.
“Esmee do you believe in love at first sight?” I asked turning her body around in my arms so I could look into her sparkling onyx eyes.
 “Why? What has that got to do with me dying here?
“Everything!” I shouted unable to control my feelings any more, she had no idea how I felt for her“because I thought the whole idea was stupid and irrational and something designed to sell Hollywood movies but then I came across you sitting in the street and I see your face and those beautiful black eyes and all that changes in an instant because I do believe in it now. I believe in it because I have set my eyes on you and I love you Esmee! I love every damn part of you so that is why you are not aloud to die because I just know you are the half that will make me whole and with out you I never will be!”
“ The I will survive.” Esmee mumbled before her eyes closed in what looked like deep sleep and I burst into tears burying my face in her warm hair.