𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

waiting room

dina's pov:

waiting rooms have always triggered me. not as much as they do now at least.

it's now 2am, we've been here for almost five hours.

my fingers ached and stung as i anxiously picked every little inch of skin from them, waiting for the call to go in and see her.

i sat beside a girl, i didn't quite know her name but i assumed she knew ellie.

she was pretty buff, her hair in a long braid. she smelled really good. her mom and dad sat across the room, not lifting their heads once.

of course her dad's eyes were glued to his phone, almost like he didn't care that his own daughter took her own life.

an older lady sat beside me aswell, her face just barely matched ellie's. her grandma, maybe? i'm not sure.

her family is the least of my worries right now, all i care about is seeing my girlfriend. i know she's not dead, she can't be.

"anna williams?" they called, and her mom finally looked up. her eyes were bloodshot, her skin very pale. "they're gonna let you all see her for the last time, if that's alright."

"the last time?" i quickly stand up, "what do you mean the last time? she's not dead, is she?"

no answer. "come on, answer me. is she alive?"

"just come on, let's go see her." the blonde whispered beside me. "whatever," i sigh under my breath.

i followed the line of doctors to a small room, dimly lit by the light if the monitors. "oh my god," i cry as they pull down her sheet.

my eyes swelled with tears as i laid beside her, propping my leg on her how we used to.

my head rested on her shoulder as she lay uncomfortably still, her arm tightly wrapped in a blood-soaked gauze.

her eyes were glued shut and her hair was tied back in a low bun, a couple strands on the side like she always has it.

i noticed the small orange butterfly clip i gifted her a couple months back, it wasn't as neat as it usually was. in fact, hanging on by a single strand of tangled hair.

everything about her was off, her smile which i once adored seemed to wash away completely. not even a slight grin.

her touch made goosebumps spread across my body as she laid practically frozen in place.

i wasn't aware of how long i was laying there for, but before i knew it i felt the tap of someone on my shoulder.

"time to go, say your goodbyes." a soft voice whispered behind me.

"i'm not leaving until she wakes up." i snap, pushing them off. "please wake up, ellie." i whined as her family struggled to pull me off of the bed.

i learned that no natter how much i fought or screamed to wake her up, my attempts in saving her were pointless.

i did what i could, she's 'too far gone' as they said.

if only ellie was aware that so many people loved her, so many people would take a bullet to the head for that girl.

i'm one of those people.

yet now she lay unresponsive in my arms, unable to recognize the cries of sorrow and dispair coming from those who loved her just as much as i did.

564 words.