Attempt (Currently being edited)

Epilogue

James' POV

When my eyes opened, relief washed over me. I was safe and in the hospital, the monotonous beeping of my heart monitor and my breathing were the only sounds. I took a deep breath and felt an aching pain in my side. Moving was harder than I remembered. It felt like I was the Tin-Man in need of some oil so I could move. Slowly but surly my hands managed to move the blanket to reveal a long puckered scab across my stomach. How was it for those few moments I had forgotten that I had jumped off a bridge? Nurses came rushing in my room, swarming over me, taking all my air. The heart monitor sped up, as I went into a panic. "Kelley go get Dr. Andrews, everyone else out now!" one squeaked, I swear she sounded like a mouse. "I am Nurse Kathy, how are you feeling..." she looked at my clipboard thing, "James Edward?"

"Tired," I gasped, my voice sounded so foreign.

"Okay good, I'm going to give you some water is that alright?" I nodded, might as well preserve my energy, right? She gave me spoonfuls of water slowly; I felt like a baby again, it was all so weird. A short hairy man walked in wearing a white lab like coat who I assumed was Dr. Andrews, Kathy left shortly after.

"Hey James, how are you feeling?" he didn't even need to look at my records. I liked him already.

"Tired," I repeated my answer.

"Do you remember why you are here?" I nodded slowly. "Can you tell me?"

"I tried to kill myself, by jumping off a bridge," I said sheepishly. If he was surprised he showed no evidence of it.

"Well, you are lucky to be here, and we are even luckier to have you. Is there anyone we can call for you, to come and see you?"

"My aunt, Karin Hood," I told him quietly.

"Alright, I just want to tell you some things before I go to call her okay?" he waited for me to nod, "You just woke up from a comma so there's going to be lots of questions, feel free to write them down for when I come in. Your body is going to be very weak, from lack of movement, it's perfectly okay. After we get you on some medicine, you will stay here in another wing of the hospital, under intense watch to keep an eye on you. You will be required to go to daily therapy until I give you the clear. Please don't pretend to get better just so you can get out of it. We take this very seriously and we want you to get better,"

"Aye aye captain," he smiled and shook his head. He handed me the remote and a list of channels before walking out. It was all so real, I was alive. Excitement coursed through my veins. I'm not dead, I can do whatever I want, kiss the girl of my dreams... Adelaide.

SHIT. How did I forget! Our plan! My eyes scanned the room, desperate to find anything I could use to keep my balance in case my legs were actually too weak. There was a metal rod holding a myriad of balloons to the left of my bed. I released the balloons to the ceiling and grabbed the rod. I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up slowly. Wow do I not want to get old. Next to the bathroom was a walker, convenient, well it would be if it had been next to my bed. Like a sloth I made it to the walker before making my great escape. Since my heart monitor wasn't attached to any wires, I just left it on my finger.

Slowly I made my way out of my room, where to even begin? Looking back and forth, no one seemed to be in search of anyone. I decided to go with the long hallway, just to get it out of the way. I stopped at every door, peering in looking for Adelaide. Door after door I turned up empty. I decided to take a break and sat down on a bench along the wall. I leaned my head against it and took a deep breath. My body was screaming for oxygen, as if I had been stripped of all my muscles. Hearing a door open, I turned towards it too see a guy walking out of the room. I swear I have seen him before, I recognized his eyes, as weird as that sounds.

Continuing my search, I went door to door, until I reached the door that guy had came out of. My heart raced as I looked in, all air was extracted from my lungs at rapid speed. There she was, perfectly preserved in a deep slumber. I raced to the side of her bed, reaching for her hand. I had held it only what seemed like hours ago, but this time it felt real. Her hand was slightly cold, deep circles seemed to encase her eyes, her skin was almost translucent and her hair was straying in every direction out of the bun it was placed into. Leaning over, I kissed her softly, slowly. "I had wanted to do that so long," I said quietly.

She didn't move, not so much as a flutter of the eyelid, why wasn't she awake? "Adelaide? You there? It's me James. Well, we made a promise to get out of there together, and I found you. Just like I said I would. Can you believe it, I broke out of my hospital bed for you, they're probably searching for me but I had to come find you like I said I would. So why aren't you awake yet? What's going on?" I distanced myself from her a little, not letting go of her hand, I couldn't bring myself to let go. Beside her bed, was flowers, pictures of her with her friends, get well soon cards etc. Adelaide looked so happy in them. Only she wasn't which hurt so much to know.

I picked up a journal labeled 'To Adelaide' and began flipping though it. It all seemed to be chicken scratch writing and poems that I read one by one. Half way through a poem, on the line "shivering like the moonlight" I noticed that a certain rhythm that once existed was replaced by a hollow ringing, the kind you get in your ear. In grade school people would say that it was because others were talking about you. I felt the blood drain from my body in realization; it was Adelaide's heart monitor. Her heart was no longer beating. Adelaide was dead.

(A/N)

Well thats the last chapter you guys! I have to start brainstorming for the next book now. Wow this took six months, and still needs some editing at some point but I am pretty proud as to how it came out and thanks to everyone reading it! As I go into brainstorming the following book, I was wondering what is some things yall might like to see happen?