gravity ➳ s.m.

thirty-four

A/N:
trigger warning.

Becca's P.O.V.

I fall to my knees as the match slips from the tips of the black leather gloves.

I just can't believe this is how it ends.

2 hours earlier.....

I head back to the hospital after my little visit with my "Best friend" Natalie. I see my mom and walk into her room.

I pull up a chair and sit next to her rubbing circles in the palm of her hand. I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip while shaking my head; this isn't how this is supposed to be.

I search for words to say but I decide against it. Nothing I say will change this moment, why waste my words saying meaningless bullshit?

My mom is going to die in this hospital bed and there is nothing I can do.

I stand up from my seat, my chair squeaky against the hospital floor and I turn on my heals and walk out of the room.

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After I left the hospital I went back home to grab some things for the night. I enter the house and set my bag down on the cozy light brown couch in my living room and walk straight to the bathroom.

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath before tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes.

Those tiny tears then form into very large ones pouring from my eyes, running down my cheeks.

I splash some water in my face and scrub at the corners of my eyes with a rag, removing my makeup.

I then brush through my hair quickly in a sloppy manner before exiting the bathroom and entering my living room.

I feel a chill in the air, a very unusual one. Somethings not right.

I look up and over towards my door and I see it slightly open. I know I closed it.

My mind thinks the worst thoughts possible before looking around me as I go to shut the door.

As I twist the knob shut on the gold doorknob I feel the chill breeze again.

I slowly look up from behind me and see it.

Someone standing there, arms stretched out at their sides, pointy shoulders, black ski-mask, black shirt and pants.

I notice something in the hand of this what I believe to be human standing In the middle of my living room staring back at me, a match.

My eyes move from its eyes to the match and back again.

I fall to my knees as the match slips from the tips of its black leather gloves.

I just can't believe this is how it ends.

I see flashes of me running around my yard chasing my family dog, and I hear my family laughing.

I see me snuggled into my mothers chest asleep by the fire

then it changes

I start seeing

Logan and I from that night, making out and him running his fingers over me aggressively.

I start seeing me and Shawn and then me and Matt and

my heart beat starts to speed up, I cover my ears

Everything just stops.

I then see Seth. I see him acting like a maniac.