So this idea randomly popped into my head yesterday when I should have been reading for school and writing the six page paper that is due thursday that I haven't started yet [EEK!]. But it wouldn't get out of my head and I wanted to write it. Enjoy. Oh and the title comes from the song "My Hero Is You" by Hayden Panitierre [sp?].
--Lauren
My Hero is You
Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the crisp envelope that would go unopened until morning when everyone would wake up but her. The sparkle had gone out of her blue-green eyes weeks, no, months before. The smile was fake, plastered on for all to see, to think that she was actually OK. That nothing was wrong.
Her fingertips glided over her computer keyboard for one last night of late night reading and net surfing. Her eyes fell across the screen but her stare bore through the screen to the bottle of pills that sat behind it. She checked the tiny digital clock on the screen, which read 2:12AM. Forty-eight minutes.
She continued to search aimlessly, watching You Tube videos that would have no impact on her, she was just watching to kill the time. 2:29. Thirty-one minutes.
Finally, she stumbled across her MySpace and signed in. She stared at the new comments, not seeing them and at the friend requests that would go unanswered. She flipped through the pictures, a smile never reaching her face. 2:47. Thirteen minutes.
She began randomly scrolled through her friends list, her eyes scanning downward and resting on one name, or rather, one group. Jonas Brothers. She had stopped listening to their music several months ago, not even their classic upbeat lyrics and danceable beats were able to pull her from the depression that she had fallen into over the previous months. The mouse stopped, hovering over the link to their page. After staring at it for several minutes, she allowed herself to click it. 2:54. Six minutes.
She reached around the screen to the bottle of aspirin that she had hid from herself until it was time for it. The label glared back at her as she twisted the cap off and placed several pills next to her computer before sliding them back into their place behind her laptop’s screen. Her fingers tapped impatiently as she waited for both the numbers on the clock to change and the MySpace page to load. 2:56. Four minutes.
A soft melody seeped from the speakers of her computer, and a voice rose above the piano backed song. Each word resonated quietly, but clearly in her darkened room. As the song played, she opened another window and quickly typed the song title onto the Google homepage. Instantly, several articles popped up, answering the question that she inwardly wanted an answer to.
Jonas Brothers Talk About New Single A Little Bit Longer.
Nick Jonas wants to be a ‘positive light’.
The words began sinking into her head and a tear hit the keyboard, the next one quickly swiped away as the song faded out.
So I’ll wait till kingdom come
All the highs and lows are gone
A little bit longer
and I’ll be fine
I’ll be…fine.
She glanced at the pills sitting next to her laptop and back at the clock. 3:00 AM. Her hand reached for the handful of pills but she couldn’t bring herself to swallow them. Instead, her hands dropped them uselessly into the bottle, which was tucked away as Nick’s words echoed in her head.
A little bit longer and I’ll be fine.
Quickly, she clicked on the SEND MESSAGE icon that was visible through her tears and began typing frantically, not caring if anyone woke up and heard the faint sounds of fingers tapping the keys.
Nick,
Thank you. So much, for you music, and, for writing A Little Bit Longer. Thank You.
Ten minutes ago I had every intention of closing my eyes tonight and not waking up tomorrow. But, for some reason, I let myself click on your MySpace link. And after hearing A Little Bit Longer…it saved my life. Literally. I should probably explain that now.
Four and a half months ago, I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes just like you were. At first I tried to be optimistic, not wanting to let it slow me down. But when I told my friends, most of them shrank away from me, not talking to me unless they had to, scared of my “condition” as they called it. They left me completely alone. The only person I could talk to was my cousin Kendra. She understood, she made me believe that everything would be fine.
Kendra was hit by a drunk driver three weeks after I was diagnosed leaving me totally alone with no one to turn to. It crushed me, completely. I stopped listening to your music even. I fell into a depression that, without anyone to support or help me, I wasn’t going to get out of. And frankly, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to keep fighting to get out of it.
I had planned to commit suicide early this morning. I couldn’t take it anymore, but then I heard A Little Bit Longer and all of it changed within the span of three and a half minutes.
Thank you. You may never actually read this message but if you do happen to see it, that’s all I want to say is thank you for saving my life.
My hero is you.
Love your fan,
Kiera
