Don't go

Chapter 15

Alex POV

It has been two months and I feel like hell. I still don't get why these type of things happen.  Specifically to her.

I see her and I know she could of done something good in her life. She always did say she wanted to be an artist. But if that wasn't her thing she could always become an amazing writer, singer, dancer, or even a lawyer. But because of this cancer, none of these possibilities were ever going to come true.

As I see the flesh of blood that goes through her checks and I also notice how beautiful she looks, I can't help but feel guilt. Guilt because I should of done something else to make her life unforgettable. Sure, she watched spongebob and played on the swing at the park but I feel like I should of done something.

Though all of this happened, I felt glad I had met Leslie. I had met this fascinating girl who liked to play hopscotch and tag outside at recess. A girl who had trouble how to spell the word "business" and "immediately". A girl who hated being smashed into the cake when it was her birthday because all the little pieces of cake would get into her hair. A girl who has cancer. This girl I had met. Who I am still glad I had met was Leslie. The girl who stole my heart. And now her heart wasn't functioning the right way.

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Two days later, I was having my big soccer game. We had won the game and my mom came running towards me congratulating me by sucking all the air out of me when she gave me a huge hug and getting me new soccer shoes.

I couldn't wait to go to the hospital and tell Leslie. She would be so proud of me.

When dad took me to the hospital just near her door room, I saw Ashley and her mom there, trying to get passed the nurses. I quickly ran towards them.

Ashley's eyes were bloodshot when she looked at me. Ignoring me she yelled at the nurse, "Let me get through!"

I was frozen towards the spot I was at and feared. Security guards came bolting through the doors and ran towards us. They were getting them away from the nurses. Mrs. Garcia, Leslie's and Ashley's mom, tried pushing them away. Everything was happening so fast.

I suddenly ran towards the door hoping to see Leslie alright. Dad pulled me back to him.

"My baby! My baby girl, let me go!" Mrs. Garcia shrieked at one of them.

"Dad, let go of me" I cried desperately trying to get out of his reach. He just kept holding on to me while I was fighting back. Ashley was struggling getting out of the security guards arms.

"Stop Alex, stop! The doctors are in there for a reason" he hissed at me

"But I want to see her," I hollared at him "something bad is happening, dad! Let me go!" My heart was pounding as quick as Bunny's feet can go. My eyes were just starting to get teary. Damn.

Two doctors and a nurse came out of the room. "She's gone," a doctor informed us "There was nothing we could of done. It was her time to go"

"Nooo!" We all cried. Leslie's gone. She's gone now. Mrs. Garcia pushed away from one of  the guards and ran into the room with Leslie behind her. Me? I stood there traumatized as I saw the open door and Leslie's body was there. No movement of her shoulders indicating she was breathing and— I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't see clear anymore.

My dad slowly let go of me as I still saw her there from the hallway. Tears ran down through my face. I saw Ashley crying grabbing hold of Leslie's hand and Mrs. Garcia just putting her forehead next to Leslie's as she was sobbing her guts out.

Fiercely, I wiped my tears away and slowly walked into the room. The air felt heavy in the room and there was a deep pain in my heart. I walked beside Ashley, slowly, she looked up at me with wet tears in her eyes while breathing like crazy.

I couldn't blame her, now this place was full of heavy emotions. I looked at Leslie. Her skin was pale and when I grabbed her hand, I found there was no pulse in her wrist.

How did the world function? Because this wasn't fair at all. Salty tears fell from my eyes. I kept brushing them away but each time I did, another rainfall of tears just came pouring down.

I couldn't handle it anymore. My heart ached and my breathing was also like crazy. I grabbed hold of Leslie's hand once again and cried there for what seemed like forever or maybe for an eternity. I eventually got the hiccups for crying so much.

This was a girl who liked to play hopscotch and play tag at recess. A girl who had trouble how to spell. A girl who hated being smashed into a cake. A girl that once upon a time had cancer. A girl that I had once met. Gone.