What's Left Of Me Is Yours to Keep Book 2

sooo thiz is the 2nd book 2 "we stitch these wounds". its mostly in Mika's point of view. it shows wat he goez thre. umm i hope u like it. the songs "so far away" by avenged sevenfold. i no Lucinda never dies but it kinda explains how Mika feels witout her.

Chapter One Everythings Slipping from My Hands

December thirteenth. Monday. Three weeks since I killed Alistair. Three weeks since Lucinda's been in a coma. Three weeks since I've actually smiled. Yeah call me a whiney emo son of a bitch. I don't give a fuck. But unless you've lost someone you really and truly care about then you have no idea what it's like to feel so empty inside. You feel like since everything you were living for was taken away then what's the point of still living? I put Lucinda here. She's barely living because of me.

I look around the hosptial room Lucinda's been living in for three weeks. She looks like a ghost. Her eyes taped shut with wires connected to her everywhere. I sit besides her bed and take her hand. I feel tears roll down my face. Before I met Lucinda I didn't even know I was capable of crying, but now it's all I seem able to do. "I am so sorry Lucinda." I sob

"Stop blaiming yourself Mika. It's not going to magically wake her up." Beth tells me as she walks into the room

I turn to glare at her, but can't seem to keep doing it. I just stare at her. "I can't Beth! I put her here! This is my fault!" I cry to her

"This isn't your fault. You couldn't have seen this coming."

"You just don't understand."

"I do though. You wish you were the one here, not her."

"She didn't deserve this."

"She's going to be fine."

"How do you know that?"

""Because I know Lucinda. She's strong. She'll get through this."

"I can't lose her. I love her. Loosing her would be too much."

"The last time we talked we were fighting. At least you don't have to live with that."

I can't listen to this anymore. I get up, kiss Lucinda's forehead then walk out of the room. I walk out of the hospital and make my way to the parking lot where my motorcylce is. I get on and drive off. That's when I realize how exhausted I really am. i can barely keep my eyes open. 

It seems like I blink and I'm home already. I park, get off my motorcycle and drag myself up to my room. I run into Cole on my way to my room. "Dude you look like shit."  Cole points out

"Fuck you." I hiss

"No I mean you look sick."

"Well I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine Cole! God damn!"

"What the hell is your problem?"

That just makes me snap. I pull him and pin him to the wall."Listen you little shit I have had it with everyone asking me if I'm okay! Do I look okay to you?!" I snap at him 

I see fear in his eyes. I release him and he takes off running. I take a step towards my room. My head hurts so much. The room starts to spin. "Mika?" I hear someone call me, but I can't answer I just let the darkness consume me

The next thing I know I'm on the floor looking up at Emmett, Cole, and Stephen. I sit up. "What happend?" I ask them

They all look at me with worried looks on their faces. "You tell us." Cole says

"I'm fine." I tell them, not quite sure if it's a lie or not just yet

They help me up. I start walking slowly. Not even two or three steps and my feet give out. If it weren't for them I would've landed face first. "Well you honestly don't seem fine." Emmett sighs

"Really I am. I'm just tired. It's nothing. I swear." I lie to them

They help e to my room. I can't even seem to find the strength to help. I can't even move. My body is in too much pain for even that. I lay down slowly. "Thanks." I tell them

They nod their heads and walk out. God I hurt too much to move. I just lay there and close my eyes.....

***

I wake up by my alarm. It's eight! Fuck! I'm late! I get up slowly. I'm in soooo much pain! I get up off my bed and walk to my bathroom. I look in the mirror. My refltection looks like a complete stranger. My reflection is way to pale, way too skinny and looks dead. He has purple bruises all round his eyes from not sleeping. I have ocean blue eyes while this guy has ice cold blue eyes. This guys eyes are hollow; lifeless....

The room begins to spin, I try to grab onto something; anything. It's too late. I fall onto the floor of my bathroom. My body slamming against the cold tile, making a horrible thud. Stephen runs in. "What happend?" He asks me, helping me up