present day
later that nightI jump hearing something outside my hospital room. My head is sore from all the crying. The squad all let not that long ago they came with a movie and we all sat and watched a movie. All our hearts are breaking. My heart is breaking why did he have to die. He was only just starting his career. He has fans behind him. I can't imagine how they are going to feel when they find out. I haven't been able to contact his mum, his dad his sister oh my gosh I wish I could be with them right now.My mind is just all over the place. I can't even remember the last thing I said to Brad.
I feel a breath on the side of my cheek. My eyes widen as I turn around onto my side.
" B" I whisper a smile forming on my face. He looks at me with a smile.
" your alive" I whisper in shock. He smiles with a nod taking my hand and putting it on his heart. I can feel his heart beating against my hand. His hand on mine I move closer leaning my ear against his chest I can hear his heart thumping. His hand on mine.
" I need to show you something" he whispers planting a kiss on my forehand. I close my eyes the feeling of his lips on my forehead. The familiar feeling. I stand up intertwining our fingers rubbing my thumb across his. As I walk towards the hospital door following Brads steps. The lights flashing in the ceiling.
I feel my legs give way. As I land on the ground.
" Bells" he worriedly kneels down. I feel him lift me onto his back I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds my legs with his hands his cold rings touching my bare thighs my shorts covering his fingers.
I notice a bright light in front of us.
" where are we going ?" I question in his ear. Brad stares straight a head. Not answering my question.
" Brad" I say again. I open my eyes I jump up from the bed the nurse standing next to me shining a light in my eye.
I look around the room. Where did he go ?
" you saw him didn't you ?" The nurse asks writing down her notes.
" he was here I felt him I heard his heart beat" I bring my hands moving my hair out of my face. I sound crazy.
" it's part of the grieving process" she reassuring me.
" you don't think I'm crazy" I ask her she shakes her head.
" I see this a lot" the nurse reply's.
" is he actually here ?" I ask her
" I believe he wants to tell you something" she whispers. I nod. He was going to show me something.
The nurse turns around. With a bag of stuff.
" what's that ?" my voice shakes. I know what that is. I would recognise that beanie anywhere.
" it's what was left at the crash" the nurse says as I take the bag from her. She leaves the room closing the door softly behind her.
I open up the bag. Reaching my hand in to pick up the beanie. That has a tear down the side covered in blood and mud. His blood. I feel tears wanting it form in my eyes. I tighten my grip on the beanie as I let the tears roll down my face. I reach my other hand in my phone which is completely broken. It's smashed and it won't even turn on.