Prose

Lottie

written by: babeestars

The white pills where spilled across the table cascading onto the floor. "Lottie?" her face was pale her lips tinted blue. "Lottie?" her skin was cold to the touch. "Lottie?" I was shaking her shoulders, my little body starting to panic. "Lottie, wake up" I was to young to understand it then, I didn't know what had happened. "Lottie, I don't like this game. Lottie. Please stop." I kept saying her name. "Lottie," soft on my lips, "Lottie." She was the only person I had in the whole wide world. "Lottie? Please say something." I wanted her to get up, I wanted her to talk to me. "Lottie, what do I do?" I knew she was a first aider. She used to put a plaster on my knee when I fell and say "all better now." And I would say, "how do you know?" and she would say "because I'm a paramedic." It used to be our little game. It would always make me happy, and no matter what had hurt before, it didn't hurt anymore and I would carry on playing my game. "Lottie, cant you make it better?" I asked her lifeless face. "Lottie? Please make it better." My little brain thinking away, I remember every thought I had. "If paramedics make it better, then I need another one to make Lottie better. But I don't know another paramedic." But I did, I just didn't realise it then, I didn't realise, and I was too late.