Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

I Am Not

The air snapped. His scent whisked away, leaving me standing in a vacuum, staring at the door.

I don't know how or when, but a tear seeped through my cheek, falling on the floor in daunting silence.

I sat on the bed, staring at the floor.

What have I done?

I shook my head, rubbing my arms.

No...what I did was correct...it was for the better were never a thing...there was never an us in this.

I stood up, wiping off my fragile, damp cheek. I rushed inside the bathroom, washing my face, and rubbing my chin in the hope of peeling off the burn of his thumb burning a hole in my heart.

I opened the door, running downstairs. The crowd had subsided. Most of the guests had already left the mansion, turning the atmosphere from chaotic to a prickling silence.

Shivers ran down my spine. I couldn't find Donnor outside.

Where did he go?

Something didn't feel right in my gut. An officer approached me, the same man who was acting suspiciously before.

"Mrs Callie, Taylor wishes to meet you right now."

"Right now!? Taylor!? Where?"

"In the hospital nearby. You could come with me, I already got a cab."

I nodded eagerly. We went out on the road and and hopped in the cab standing outside. The rest of the ride went silent as we reached the hospital entrance.

I rushed inside, inquiring about the room with the receptionist.

"First floor, first room ma'am."

"Thank you."

I rushed up the stairs, out of breath as I opened the door.

Taylor lay on the bed, a couple of monitors running beside him with the beeping sounds.

This view right here was like the worst nightmare come true. I could do whatever, but I can't lose Taylor. I have already lost so much.

I have lost myself. I can't lose people who remind me of my roots. Those who have been by my side since the beginning, through thick and thin.

His eyes opened. I rushed, sitting beside him. I held his hands, rubbing it.

"Taylor...please get well soon..."

His face had lost all its colour and warmth. He had turned pale, cheeks soggy and eyes red.

I exhaled, tightening the hold on his hands. He opened his mouth, his dried, twisting lips an epiphany of his physical condition.

It broke my heart. It made me want to dig myself into a deep hole and never come out.

"Callie..."

He held onto my hands with all his might, his voice a quiver. Tears stormed my eyes, watching him struggle like this. It turned me helpless.

"Taylor...please...you have to live...you can't..."

My words fainted.

He turned his head in my direction, quivering,

"Everything is a lie, Callie. You have to get out of this. Get out of this."

Words caught up in my throat.

"Callie...you have to get Donnor before it's too late...he is behind all this...I saw the killer..."

He coughed, holding me by his words, dropping lower by the second. He spoke up, forcing words out of his clogged throat.