Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Nineteen

Dark.

It was dark. I couldn't see anything nor could I hear anything. Was this all death had to offer? Nothing? Surely not. Right?

All of the sudden, I hear something. I heard whispering. I want to open my eyes! I wish I could! I need to see what's going on. Soon after I heard whispering, I could hear shuffling around. What was going on?

I just needed to open my eyes! But I can't because I'm dead. I hope those girls are more than happy, I hope everyone is. The boys can go back to their normal reputations and get all the girls they want. Be what they want. I was just holding them back anyways.

Soon I started to hear whisper yelling. Then it became soft mumbling.

"No!" I heard Jazz scream. Jazz? What was happening? Why can't I see it? That's it. I snapped open my eyes and looked around for Jazz.

I'm in a hospital. Again.

"Emily?!" Jazz rushed over to me and showered me with soft kisses. I could feel his tears rush down his face as he sobbed about how sorry he was.

I'm alive.

"Jazz stop." I demanded, softly. He pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"I got bailed out of jail by my parents, I rushed to the school to come and get you but instead to see you jumping off a desk with a rope around your neck." He sighed and sobbed some more. I put my hand on his as he continued, "I had a pocket knife on me just in case someone tried to get in my way. I cut the rope. I though you died."

Jazz slowly slid onto his knees. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I was confused. He saved my life and he was sorry? Jazz pointed at my neck where a bandage lied.

"I accidentally got your neck." He looked away from me in pure shame.

"Jazz, it's ok-"

"No it's not. I could have finished you off. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to stop you. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you from the girls. I'm sorry-"

"Shut up." I stopped him.

"What?" He looked at me. I rolled my eyes and pulled his head up to mine, crushing our lips together.

Jazz saved my life two times now. He saved me from my parents, my school, my death, my everything.

Jazz didn't have to. He could have left me like everyone else did. But no, he was here for me. He wanted to help me. He wanted to save me. Jazz wanted me. Jazz needed me.

I needed and wanted him just as much. And I couldn't be happier.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.