The Last Night

The Last Night

I was sitting in my room alone, as I normally did, with my guitar in hand. This was my haven. My computer ran with my different IM windows but no one was online. My cell phone was plugged into the wall, charging up. I sighed, wondering what was going to happen. Oh. That was a good lyric. I wrote it down. I looked around the room for inspiration for a song.

That was when the phone rang.

I saw your picture on the caller i.d of my phone. I smiled as the familiar picture of you, with your chestnut hair that was always vibrant in the sun's light, your bright blue eyes smiling back at me, and your long nails covered with black paint. I flipped open the phone. "Rick?" You were panting, like you were scared to death.

"Lia? What's wrong?"

"Can I come over?"

"Sure, of course."

"Thank you."


I looked at the phone in confusion and worry. You had not sounded like your normal self. You were breathing heavily, like the amount of oxygen you were getting wasn't enough. When you spoke, you spoke with a thousand horrors haunting your every step. But that wasn't anything compared to what I saw when you crawled through the window. Your chestnut hair was matted and it looked like mud now. Your normally beautiful blue eyes were dull and lifeless. You wore a white tang top splashed in red…blood…and a pair of jeans with rips and blood stains all over them. "Lia," I gasped. You nearly fell into my arms as you climbed into my room. How in the world did you manage to climb up to the second story? "Lia are you alright."

"I just came to say good bye…" you whispered. I sat you upright and you leaned your head against my shoulder. "I didn't want you to see me cry…" you smiled weakly at me. "I'm fine." But I know it's a lie.

"You are such a bad liar," I hissed at you. You smiled weakly. That was when I noticed your wrists. I gasped and held them up in the light. Two pink puffy slash scars decorated your wrists. "What the hell did you do?" Tears began to flood down your face. "Lia!"

"This will be the last time…" I ran over and quickly grabbed my phone, dialing 9-1-1. "Rick. Please."


"Yes, Hello. I need an ambulance to 144 Red Maple Drive," I told the lady on the other line.

"What is the emergency?"

"My girl friend has sliced her wrists."

"We'll be there in about 3 minutes, sir."

"Thank you." I hung up and turned back to you. I wrapped my arms around you. "Look me in the eyes, Lia," I barked at you, "did you do this?" you shake your head. "Your father?" you nod. "The is the last night you'll spend alone. I'll wrap you in my arms and never ever let you go, Lia. I promise."

"My father said that it was my fault."

"What was?"

"Mom's death."

"No, it wasn't," I told you. I hugged you. "It wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong."

"I'm so sick of when they say that it is just a phase, Rick! They say I'll be alright. That I'm fine." I coughed and hugged you tighter to me. "I am sick and tired of it, Rick. I can't handle it anymore."

"It's alright. I have you now."

I sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come back. My memories of us ran through my mind. Your father was abusive. I had seen it. Your mother was dead. She died given birth to you. Your father had always blamed you for her death. But why would you do something now? A hand on my shoulder shook me from my thoughts. "She'll be alright," the doctor said before I could say anything. "The cuts were deep and the swelling only just barely saved her life. You did well calling us." I nodded. "She's sedated right now. But we have found bruises around her shoulders and chest. Do you anything about this?"

"She said her father was the one who cut her wrists. She does have an abusive father."

"Do you know why?"

"Her mother died giving birth to her. Frank always seemed to blame her for it." I felt slightly bit better telling someone else about this. You were always too embarrassed to tell anyone other than me. The doctor nodded and went back into the room. I sat back down on the seat and pulled out a piece of folded paper and a pencil and began to write.

You come to me with your scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine

But I know it's a lie


This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be
The last night you'll spend alone
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
I'm everything you need me to be

Your parents say everything is your fault
But they don't know you like I know you
They don't know you at all
I'm so sick of when they say
It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine

But I know it's a lie


The night is so long when everything's wrong
If you give me your hand
I will help you hold on
Tonight, tonight

This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be
The last night you'll spend alone
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
I'm everything you need me to be

I won't let you say goodbye
And I'll be your reason why
The last night away from me
Away from me

By the time I finished, the doctor came back out. "She's awake now." I nodded and walked into your room. Your wrists were bandaged tightly and the paper dress you had to wear was pulled back to reveal ugly purple bruises on your shoulders and bare chest. I felt tears well up in my eyes. Your chestnut hair was thrown behind you. You looked like a fallen angel. You opened your eyes to reveal pained orbs. "Hey," I chuckled as I walked to your side.

"Hey," you chuckled back at me. I smiled weakly and took your hand. "What's that?" your eyes darted to the crunched up piece of paper in my hand. I opened it up and rediscovered the lyrics I had completely forgotten about. "Lyrics?"

"Yeah," I said with a chuckle, "I wrote them for you." You smile.

"Can I hear it?"

The police arrested your father for rape, child abuse, and attempted murder. My next door neighbors took you in because they could not bring a child of their own up. You grew happier. The bruises faded into nothing. Your wrists healed only leaving small scars. Your chestnut hair became bright again. Your eyes were alive with life and happiness.

My band, Skillet, wrote the song I wrote for you into parts…and it became a hit. Thousands of people around the world love the song.

But the best part of my life now would be when the sun falls below the horizon, you crawl up the same window you did when you cried for help. You sleep in my arms now as I remember everything that happened two years ago. That was the last night you were alone. Every night since you had slept in the safety of my arms.

Now I know I am going to get a lot of flamers on this. No I do not own the song or the band…as much as I wish I did. I am only using this as a songfic. Thanks a bunch and please review!