Everly's P.O.V
I wake, my arms flailing around me, my legs felt like jelly.
"Everly!"
"Help me, please!" I cried out in agony.
"Everly, you have to calm down! Your going to relapse if you don't calm down!" Relapse? What the hell?
"Relapse? What for? What happened?"
"Well Chance and Dallas were arguing over you, and you yelled at them, and Dallas got shot."
"Is he okay?"
"We don't know. He has been in a coma."
"All my fault." All my fault. All my bloody fault. Killing myself with guilt. All my fault. I repeat over and over in my head.
"No it's -"
"Code blue, code blue! Room 203!"
"Shit!"
"What's going on?!"
"We're losing Dallas!"
"I'm coming!" And that's when I feel the dead weight in my heart. Weight of the world dragging me down.
3 Weeks Later
I awake in a hospital bed, one identical to the bed I woke up previously too. My head is pounding. How long have I been out? My heart aches. Aches from what?
"Where's Dallas?" I croak.
"He's gone."
"When did he leave? When will he be back?"
"He's gone gone, he is never coming back."
"What do you mean?" I ask even though I know perfectly well he's dead. I feel it in my heart, and my head and my soul. His unforgettable absence.
"He died of Wolfsbane poisoning his blood."
"Ho-" I begin to ask. But I crouch down in pain. It feels as though my stomach is crushing my stomach, if that is even possible.
"Oh no!!!" I hear the nurse shout.
"What's going on?"
"Your losing the baby!" She shouts at me. I freeze in shock, my pain numbing. I was pregnant? But I didn't sleep with Dallas. And Chance used a condom. He said he did! How am I supposed to know what a difference the condom makes! I was a virgin! "She's going into shock!"
"Shut up!" I yell, even though I cannot hear anyone. Even though I know it's the devil and an Angel in my head arguing. Pretty, pretty, pretty white picture, curtains circling my brain.
I'm just going to let the white wrap there warm blankets around me. Let them hold me, let them hold me because I know they'll never let me go.
The nurses and doctors faces all blend together. All there pungent smells suffocating me.
Fuckelberry Hinn.
Nothing gold can stay.
Why must everyone I love, be made of gold and leave me?!
I lay on the hospital bed wishing I was shot instead of my mate. Also knowing that thought isn't true because I know I wouldn't be able to take the pain.
My Angel leaving me too.
Please give me ideas. Well I have ideas, but I don't got a lot of time to write since school started two weeks ago. I'm just free for alling it. This is for @agoins2 for telling me they loved my story. I didn't think anyone was reading, but now I vow to try and update.