The world was a blur. A total, and utter blur. I'd open my eyes, and I'd see blurry objects flying past me and worried voices speaking out and screaming.
One time I had my eyes closed, but I could actually understand some of the voices were saying. It was scary, like I was in another world kind of. Because I could've swore I was sleeping.
"Well you have to know some time!," I believed Devon yelled. His voice had a sharp pitch to it, but very low.
"I'm sorry sir, we won't know when your sister wakes up until she opens her eyes." Sister? Of course they'd lie so they could be in the room with me.
"So...she might not ever wake up?," Max asked in a cold and quiet tone. I wanted to wake up, I wanted to see Ryan and all the guys, and I wanted to leave this hospital which made me weary and feel grossed out. But most of all, I wanted the crucial pain that was in the middle of my stomach to go away. It hurt so much, I wanted to die. Maybe I was already...I wasn't sure.
"I'm not saying that...but yes," the doctor said with a wince in his voice. Well that's great. I might not ever wake up. Isn't that fantastic? I sure think so.
Not.
"Doctor," a quiet frustrated, strained, upset, low voice said. Ryan. He probably felt like it was all his fault...he disregarded the threats and let us leave...and I got shot...by my own father.
"Yes sir?"
"What will you do? If she doesn't wake up anytime soon?"
"It's up to her guardians," he said. "We could keep her going as long as her heart keeps beating...or...or we could pull the plug."
"Her parents were the ones that shot her in the first place!," he screamed.
"Does she have godparents?"
"We're not religious. We don't have "godparents"," Ryan said. "But if anything ever happened to our parents, we'd go to...," he thought about it for a moment. Then he said his parents names.
"Okay, well can you call them to come here? Have they ever met her?"
"Yes, they've met her," he said in an annoyed tone. "I'm going to go call them."
"Okay sir."
"I'm eighteen. I'm not forty. Don't call me sir."
"I'm sorry."
Then I fell back asleep. That was the most I heard any of them say. What if Ryan's parents always pretended to like me...and what if they decide to pull the plug? What if the doctors actually figure out all of our real knowing of each other. That Ry was my boyfriend, and the guys were all my friends. And that Ry's parents were just adults that know me. My boyfriend's parents.
"Kenzie," Ryan whispered grabbing my hand. I could only hear him now. "If you're alive...I need a sign."
If only I could. I couldn't move any parts of my body. I was like a manakin. A statue. I hated it.
Then...I heard him cry. The toughest guy I knew...was crying. Really hard. I'm not kiddong , he was crying like a small child. And if I was awake right now...I'd be crying as well.
My heart started fluttering really hard. So hard I started to stop breathing. I heard a constant beeping coming from a machine right beside me. Ryan started breathing really fast and screaming for a doctor. I couldn't control how I was acting. I was shaking a little, and my heart was beating out of control. Then everything went quiet and my heartbeat started slowing down until it finally stopped. And there was no beating in my heart at all. I was pronounced dead. And I heard Ryan scream.
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Bad Boy Breaks Me Free
Teen FictionI was a loner. An outcast. No one wanted to be my friend. I had no friends. Then, the bad boys came and took me in as one of their own. They changed me. I feel free. And then there was Ryan. The one I fell hard for.
