The Betrayal Within

Chapter Forty-Two

Song of the Chapter: You & I by One Direction

Recap (Francisco’s POV):

“She was poisoned,” I whispered. The blood, sweat, and tears were everywhere around my face. “Help her!”

“Sir, calm down,” Jeff told me. “I'm not fond with this myself, but Jasmine’s a fighter. She can fight this battle. Now, you need to go to a hospital.”

The ambulance came and had a gurney for Jasmine. Losing her would kill me. After everything, I don't want Alex to win.

“Sir, you need to get checked out,” one officer told me. “You're bleeding everywhere.”

“I'm staying with her!” I exclaimed. I saw Adam walking down the stairs.

“Dude, come on,” he said.

“I'm not leaving her sight,” I told him. “You can't make me.”

All I remember that there was a woman that had a needle. She put it inside my arm and I fell asleep.

Jasmine has to be okay. She has to.

Jasmine's POV

Am I dead?

I feel like I'm dead.

What has my life got into?

All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was to help people, but I can't even help myself.

How can I let this happen to me?

I failed in life. I shouldn't deserve a second chance.

But my heart told me to open my eyes.

I was hesitant to open them, but I heard Mom saying a prayer to me.

“Lord, please let my baby wake up. She doesn't deserve this.”

I felt her hand squeezing mine. I hate seeing Mom in pain.

I need to try and wake up. Maybe I'll end up in the sky where I can see the clouds face to face.

But I can't leave the world now.

“Come on, Jaz. Wake up. Please.” I heard Dad pleading for dear life.

Both of my hands were tied to Mom and Dad. I can't leave them behind; I'm their only kid.

Wake up. Wake up for them.

I squeezed both of their hands lightly.

“Oh my God, she can hear us,” Dad whispered. “Jaz, are you awake?”

Both of my eyes opened slowly and I saw Mom and Dad on the verge of tears.

I'm actually alive.

“You're awake,” Mom whispered while she was crying. “Thank you, Jesus.”

Dad called a doctor in for my long slumber.

“Hi Jasmine,” the doctor greeted me. “I'm Dr. Ford and I'm glad you're awake. Can you speak for me?”

My throat was extremely hoarse, my body felt like nails stabbing me, and I thought I could've died.

So, I can't speak. Yeah I can; I wanted to mess with them for a bit because I hate when people are depressed because of me.

“She's not speaking,” Dad said. “What does that mean?”

“Dad, not speaking and choosing not to speak are two different things,” I said in a whisper.