Chapter Sixteen: Unbearable Loss

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Here you go.

I woke up curled in Rey's arms. He was still asleep, his mouth opening and closing with snores. I sighed. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here, peaceful and content in the arms of my fiancee. Unfortunately, I had a wounded bestfriend to check on so I carefully untangled myself from his arms, sat up on the edge of the bed as if I were getting up, and stretched.

“Good morning, beautiful” Rey yawned, sitting up.

“Good morning” I smiled at him. He grinned back and leaned over to hug my waist and give me a peck on my neck

“How did you sleep?” I asked, my voice sounding almost drugged. I felt drugged off the soft kisses he was planting on me.

“Like a baby” he didn't stop, just moving his mouth lower and pulling me back on the bed.

“I have to go uh... stuff” I said, closing my eyes. He raised his head from my chest for a minute to look at my face but quickly returned to where he was.

“Is that so? What stuff do you have to do?” he teased, his voice muffled

“Stay here in bed with you all day” I answered, forgetting about a certain bestfriend

“Good girl” he smiled, kissing me.

Things were just getting interesting when my damn phone rang

“Climb the walls to make the sun rise in time-” it sang. I groaned, wanting Rey to finish up what he was doing.

“What?” I snapped into my phone, feeling Rey's warmth on my back as he leaned into me and put his head on my shoulder.

“Anna Honey, is that you? You need to come over to the hospital now” Selena's father's voice was urgent.

“What's wrong?” I asked, pulling away from Rey and looking for some clean clothes

“Just hurry” the man said, hanging up on me. I looked at the phone in confusion. Was something wrong with Selena? She was doing so much better. I decided not to risk it and pulled on clothes as I saw them.

“Is something wrong?” Rey asked, sitting up

“I don't know. All I know is that I have to go to the hospital ASAP”

“I'll come with you” he said, getting dressed in a hurry as well. We hurried in the hospital, almost running to Selena's room. Her mom was outside, sobs racking her kneeling body.

“My poor baby!” she shrieked among her sobs. Her husband was trying as hard as he could to console her but it just couldn't be done. He was crying too. A sinking feeling started in my stomach. He could always keep his calm, it was his wife who was the drama queen, and his crying meant something was really really wrong. With a sense of unnameable dread and an unnatural dreamlike quality to my vision, I opened the door to Selena's room, the hinges creaking. The sight that met my eyes would be forever branded in my brain. Selena's body was bloody, the limbs twisted and ripped apart. Her eyes were wide open and unseeing, staring at me with accusation. 'This is your fault!' they screamed. I heard Rey's oncoming sob. I noted, with a strange sense of detachment, that her blond hair was a bright red, stiff in a mess that she would've never allowed. Before I could see anything else, Rey yanked me out of the room, slamming it shut behind us. He was a crying mess, holding me close, unwilling to let me go for a minute. Tears wouldn't come for me. Why? I don't know. Shock maybe. Tears didn't matter. What mattered was that Selena, my bestfriend since the time I could talk, was a bloody mess in her hospital room. She was dead. Very very dead.

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Yes, it's extremely short but I didn't finish writing this during the week and now I can't add to it. Since I didn't upload to this story last week either, I would feel bad not uploading this week too. I've been saying this in my other stories and I feel stupid repeating myself but I was late with the upload because I'm really messed up and really really sad. I couldn't find it in myself to write but I would never go back on a promise and I promised I would at least upload one story every week so I made myself do it. If anyone cares, I just lost the very first friend I ever made in life (Her name is Selena. Yes, I made her a character and her death in my story was symbolic) and I couldn't feel worst. To say I feel like hell is a severe understatement. So, I'm going to drown my sorrows in Johnny Depp movies and chocolate ice cream now. Hope you liked it (can't make myself put a smiley when I don't mean it)