𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 everyone knows who she is. Worldwide model, covered in many vogue magazines, walked catwalks, and runaway. But people don't know what happens behind the curtains. Despite the many scandals that have plagued her reputation...
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Everything was blank.
My thoughts, my mind, my vision.
It was all gone.
Sitting on the ledge of the rooftop of a diner across the hospital, I stare down at the millions of people leaving and entering the hospital. The happy, the disappointed, the unbothered, the bothered, the frustrated, and the people who were just absolutely loosing their minds. Faces, of the sad, the shocked and the confused.
I didn't know which face I wore at the moment, because the only face I could properly focus on right now was Winters.
It was funny how she was called after a season so pale and cold, when she was the complete opposite. But right now? Her face resembles the pale snow on a winter morning, and her heartbeat an echoing sound playing in my head, just as her snarky comments and cold stares.
I was completely and utterly ruined.
Clutching the bottle tightly around my hand, I chug whatever was left from the glass, and drop the bottle, and laugh as a swarm of birds spread out once my bottle kills one.
I stand up and turn around, completely wasted, to find Travis and Jayden. "How did you guys know i'm here?" I ask, unsure if their real or just a figment of my imagination.
When they don't answer I take a small cautious step towards them, growing even more hesitant if they were real. "Are you here to kill me? Cause i'm standing on a two hundred feet by the ledge, just one shove and i'm gone." I laugh, although it was filled with anything but humor.
Life didn't mean anything if I took another, especially if that life was Winters.
Travis' angered face quickly dissolves into concern and gives me a tight hug before Jayden joins in, and for the first time since we were kids, I cried in my best friends arms.
"I killed her." I groan.
"Not yet." Travis says, "You can't take all the responsibility, don't blame yourself." Jayden adds.
"What am I going to do? If she doesn't wake up?" I ask quickly sobering up and wiping my stubborn tears. "You'll move on." Travis says, "You barely stand her when she's alive anyways." Travis jokes, a coping mechanism he always turns to, but his bitter jokes wasn't fooling anyone right now.
Jayden sighs as he sits down on the ledge and I join him, Travis following not far behind. "Chloe and Bella are crying in the waiting room since visiting time is over, Winters parents arrived back to New York an hour ago and are with her right now." Jayden whispers so vaguely. Everything was so surreal right now.
We hear a door shut behind us and I hear two familiar footsteps, and Chloe and Bella join us on the ledge. We all sat in silence for hours.
We sat as the people left the bars with their hookups drunkly walking to their cars, or the people who seemed to storm off as life moves on. We sat as the people left, the stores closed down and sun began to rise.
