Stealing pt3

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(Part three because I wanted a happy ending)

I woke up to find myself in a bed. It wasn't the hospital so I'm back in the Deo.

"Great I'm dead and I'm still stuck in this fucking place" I said before moving to get up. I winced at the pain in my stomach. "Can you feel pain when your dead?" I thought to myself. "Please don't tell me I'm in hell" I mumbled. I walked out of the room and the whole place was empty. Which was weird.

I walked into another room and saw myself laying on a bed with Lena beside me holding my hand.

I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself really hard to see if I was dreaming. But I wasn't. It was like I was in one of those movies.

"Y/n I don't know if you can hear me but please wake up. It's my fault you got shot. I'm sorry. Please. Please can you please just wake up? For me?" She said while starting to tear up.

I wanted to be there for her. I don't want her to think this is her fault. But I don't even know if I can go back to my body. I don't even know where I am.

"Lena" I said. Obviously she didn't hear me. Worth a try though. I then tried tapping her but that didn't work either. This is making me annoyed. What is the reason I'm here. Either let me die or take me back to my body. Why do they have to make is so difficult?

I walked back out the room and saw someone I thought I wouldn't see. My dad. He died when I turned eighteen.

"Dad?" "Y/n? What did you do now?" He said jokingly while walking over to hug me. "Where am I?" "It's difficult to explain. But I've seen you grow over the years." "Ohhhh can you pretend you haven't seen the last two years." "That's what I want to talk to you about. You can't change what you did in the past but you can change your future. That's what you need to do. When you go back you stop messing around. No more stealing. It's going to get you in much more trouble if you keep going. You're a smart girl and you'll get far. But only if you stop. Okay?" "Yes dad I know."

"Plus you can't keep stealing if you got a pretty girl chasing after you" he said in a teasing tone. "Yeah she is pretty isn't she?" "You should take her to your mom." "Oh no she'd just embarrass me." "That's the point" he said with a laugh.

"Well it's time for you to go back" he said. "I don't know how." "Do what you do best and sleep. Promise to stop causing trouble though." "Okay I promise." I hugged him tightly and then let go. With one blink he was gone. I was happy but sad. I missed my dad but I'm happy I saw him.

I went back to the room I was first in and went back to sleep. Hopefully when I wake up I'm back in my body.

I woke up from my nap and looked around. Thankfully I saw Lena. She was still talking about something but her head was down resting on her other arm while she held my hand.

"You have to wake up we didn't get enough time together. We didn't get to buy a house or get married. I don't even know if you want to get married or do any of that."

"Are we getting married or buying a house first?" "Y/n! You're awake!?" "You didn't answer my question." "I have to get Alex" she said ignoring me.

She got up and came back with Alex. "I'm glad you're awake" Alex said to me while checking some things. She soon left and it was just me and Lena.

"Did you get any sleep?" "Yeah" she said lying. She was never good lying around me. "No you didn't. Why not?" "You got shot because of me and I didn't know if you were okay or not." "Lena you need to sleep. And I didn't get shot because of you. Don't blame yourself. You weren't the one holding the gun. Plus I'm still alive. I'm fine. Now come on" I said before scooting over and patting a spot on the bed. "I don't want to hurt you." "You're not going to. Now come on you have to sleep."

She hesitantly got in the bed next to me and cautiously laid her head on my chest.

"See I'm not hurt. Now go to sleep" I said before kissing her head. "I love you" I whispered. "Love you too" she said before drifting off to sleep.

A/n: did I drag this on for absolutely no reason? Yes. Anyways probably going to disappear again who knows.

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