Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 28

{Oh, hmm.

*sniffs and clears throat*

What to write...

Well, everyday is a new challenge for me. I never know what's going to happen, usually it's bad.

I don't get it.

Why did my mom have to die? Why did my brother have to die? Why does everyone who's important to me, suddenly gets taken away from me? It's just not fair.

I try my best to keep a positive attitude about everything, but it's becoming so much harder. It's becoming so much harder to laugh and to smile and to do all these happy things when you're not happy.

It feels like the weight of the world is crushing me. Cliché, yeah, but it's how I feel.

I may have friends, a great group of 'em. I may go to one of the best schools in the state. I may smile.

But that does not mean the life isn't being drained from me.}

Bridget's Point of View

I can feel the palms of my hands getting clammy and the beads of sweat forming on my forehead as Chandler, Kian and I sit in the hospital waiting room for what feels like hours.

The doctors and nurses refuse to speak to us about Kathleen and I'm really starting to get worried.

What the fuck is wrong with these people? They're supposed to make sure people are okay, not only the patients but the family and friends, too.

Kian has had a look of remorse on his face all night, like this was his fault. I've reassured him that none of this was his fault, and made sure he believed it.

I felt a hand lay on mine. I looked over to see Kian, staring at me.

"She'll be alright," I smiled, "she's one tough son of a bitch."

Kian forced out a laugh, one of those nervous chuckles that you do when you're really sad and your friend tells you a joke to cheer you up.

He entangled his fingers with mine. "How do you know?"

I gave his hand a squeeze. "I don't."

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It's midnight now, and the hospital waiting room is empty, except for us three. The beeping from different machines is driving me insane, along with the fear that Kathleen's not okay.

"Are y'all here for Kathleen Davis?" A man's thick southern accent makes all of our heads pop up. He has brown hair and was wearing scrubs.

"Yes!" Kian exclaimed.

The doctor smiled quickly, "Kathleen's alright, she's restin' now. I think it'd be best if you kids went home and got your rest, too."

Kian's face straightened out. "I want to see her now," he growled.

"Kian, chill man," I heard Chandler's voice over my shoulder.

I've never heard Kian talk like that, ever. He said what he said in such a menacing tone, it's almost frightening. I haven't known him for too long, but Sam's informed me not to get on Kian's bad side. He apparently has bad anger issues, but I've never seen him go off on anyone before.

"I don't think you'd wanna see her now, sir. She's traumatized, and hurt bad, and doesn't remember anything," the doctor explained, 'but y'all could come back tomorrow if ya like. I think that would be best."

I nodded and smiled. "Alright, I think we should get going then." I stood up and slung my purse over my body.

I felt a hand grasp my wrist and pull me back into my seat. I turned to see Kian staring me down, once again. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke for him. They were saying, 'no.'