With You // J.G

Chapter 34

Jack's POV

My head is spinning and I can't think. I stumble all over the place and my cheeks are wet with tears. I'm muttering someone's name but I can't even hear. I feel like I was previously sad about something but being like this--whatever it is--is numbing the pain I once felt.

My eyes feel like they're being forced open and there's a loud ringing in my ears. I get pushed around everywhere and all I want to do is find my bottle. I stumble into the bathroom and fall into the wall. There are a few guys in the bathroom with some weird thing in their hands. It looks like they're smoking something. My vision is blurry so I can't make it out. I just stare at them.

"You wanna try?" I vaugely hear a guy say. I nod and trudge over. They place something over my mouth and tell me to breathe in. I cough a little, my lungs on fire but I instantly feel better. I begin to smile at everything around me. It's all so funny.

Being in this state of mind is so much better than being anywhere else. It's so fun and peaceful. Except for the fact that I can't even walk or think straight.

"Hey you!" a guy yells. I point to myself questioning him. He grabs by arm and my knees buckle and I fall.

"Where you takin' me?"

"You're too drunk and high get out!"

"Dick!" I yell back. The sun is nearly gone and there are two police officers outside. I try to look normal. One of them walks towards me. I just stare.

"How old are you?" he asks.

"I- uh... I'm uh... 22," I say showing two fingers on each hand.

"May I please see your ID?"

"My what?"

"The little card with your picture on it."

"Oh! That. Here." I fiddle around in my pocket looking for it. I try to reach into the other pocket but I keep missing. I eventually get my card and show it to him. He examines it and then throws it on the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" I yell. My fist makes hard contact with the man's jaw. He punches me back straight in the gut. I try to fight back but my head still hurts and I can think straight.

"Get in the car!" the two police officers yell. The one that I punched in the jaw twists my amrs around causing a searing pain to shoot through my body. I scream. Loudly.

"Jack! Get off of him!" a voice from a few feet away calls. That voice. I know that voice. The voice of an angel. My angel.

"Gabrielle!" I scream looking around frantically. One of the guys was trying to get me handcuffed and into their car while the other one was basically wrestling Gabrielle. Eventhough I can't see much I know that that girl is Gabrielle.

Gabrielle. That was who's name I was muttering earlier.

As my vision became a bit more clear I saw what was happening with Gabrielle. The fight had been traveling away from us and towards the street. The police officer had pushed her and she fell down in the middle of the streeet. Her foot.

"Stop! Get your filthy hands off of her!" I use every single ounce of my energy to get away from the man. I punch him in the gut and run over to her to help Gabrielle up. I fall a couple of times making my way over to her but I eventually do.

But the second I help her up my instincts kick in and I push her to the side of the street as two bright lights get closer and closer.

Gabrielle's POV

I'm screaming bloody murder when it happens. I actually felt my heart shatter. No, nevermind. I felt my heart get ripped out of my chest. I can barely breathe and all I can smell is smoke.

Ever have a broken heart? Think about how painful it was to see your lover with someone else or how painful it was to watch your lover leave. Got it? Now multiply that pain by one quadrillion. That's not even 1% of how much pain I felt when I saw Jack laying on the concrete. Blood was pouring out of his head and his eyes were open.

Everything was happening in slow motion. I ran over to his body. The man in the car that hit Jack was speaking to the police. One of the men tried to pry me off of Jack but he did not succeed. My whole face is dripping with tears.

I wish it was like the movies where my tears land on Jack's heart and he just magically wakes up.

I'm dreaming. It's okay Gabrielle, you're dreaming. Just pinch yourself and you'll open you eyes and be back at the Gilinsky's in Jack's arms.

I pinch myself until I draw blood. This isn't a dream. It's a nightmare, in real life.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HELP HIM PLEASE?! CALL 911! PLEASE HELP HIM!" I scream to the police officers and the bystanders outside. I look down at his head laying in my lap, my hands and clothes covered in his blood. He blinks. That one blink. It gives me hope. His eyes closing and then opening gives me all the hope in the world. He'll be okay.

"Please don't leave me." I run my bloody fingers through his black hair. His eyes are still shimmering. He is still the same. He's not gone. He won't be gone.

"Gab," he chokes out. I immediately feel horrible for always being mad at him for calling me that. For that's all be can call me now. I lean my ear down to his mouth.

"I'll be with you." With that he takes a stammering breath and then the worst thing happens; the shimmer in his eyes fades away. He doesn't blink anymore and his chest stops moving. All of the mucsles in his body relax. I feel as if my heart stopped beating. I lay my head onto his chest to hear for his heartbeat. I fool myself into thinking that I heard a beat but I know that in reality, that will not be happening.

"J-Jack?" I whisper while giving him a little shake. "Jack? Please no!"

My throat is closing and my vision is fixated on Jack. His eyes stare at me as if I did something wrong. I know I did.

And from that moment on, I knew there was nothing I could do. The pain in my chest would always be a reminder of what I could have done; saved him. But instead, he saved me. It was hopeless. Each tear I cry will now be a symbol of this moment. This moment is the real inevitable moment. It wasn't us breaking up, it was this. One of us leaving the other with no warning before. He left me without a warning and I will never forgive myself for this.

People try to pry me off of Jack and they try to take him away from me.

"STOP! JUST LEAVE US BOTH HERE TO DIE TOGETHER! I'M NOTHING WITHOUT HIM! PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE WITH HIM!" They keep trying to get me off but I refuse and keep screaming at the top of my lungs. "PLEASE STOP!" I yell as they pull him away from me. The tips of our finger tips are still touching. Next thing I know, we're far apart.

My feet and legs give out. My head dangles as men try to get me into the ambulance. I feel my heartbeat getting unsteady and my breathing is so fast, the paramedics have to put something over my mouth. I rip it off multiple times.

"LET ME DIE! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!"

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