Angel {Book 2}

Two

I can still hear everything, but I can't move or speak. My eyes won't even open.

"Jaycee, please please be okay." I heard Dad cry.

I'd love to, but I don't know if I can.

"I love you Jaycee, I can't believe this happened. First the gun shot, now this. Why can't I keep you safe?!" Jaime cried.

I'm sorry, Jaime.. I love you, too.

"Why'd I have to be such a douche and do that to her? Why couldn't I have just stayed sober until-" I'm assuming Dad, Jaime, or Mike gave Tony a look that made him stop talking.

"I love you baby girl, we all do."

I love you, too Mikey. I love all of you.. except Tony. I hate you, Tony.

"I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I'm going under

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover and

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself,

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover and

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself,

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

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Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and the thread,

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread,

Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)

Tripping over myself,

Aching, begging you to come help (begging, "Baby, please.")

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

(And now that)

I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

(And now that)

I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches"

"Shawn what are you doing here again?" I questioned the dark haired boy standing behind me.

"You see how upset they are?"

"Yes."

"They miss you. They want you to wake up, but yet you won't."

"I know this, Shawn.

"You have two choices. Either you wake up, but you're mute and won't be able to talk, ooooor you wake up with amnesia." He said with a frown on his face.

"Can I choose? Or will fate decide?"

"Fate has a say in it, but it is mainly your choice."

"I'd much rather have amnesia....Shawn? Where'd you go? Shawn??"

I woke up.