DOMINICK © [ENGLISH EDITION]

Chapter forty

Harry
Years ago...
London, England

Getting out of bed worried is not the same as usual; knowing that the person who has been like a sister to you through good and bad times is on the brink of death because of her own family and those she once considered friends, just for not being like everyone else; rejected by society, rejected by all. Except me.

I head to the hospital where she is admitted after a beating from a gang at school. Her girlfriend lost her life, and now she fights for hers.

Very few people know where she is. I arrive at the hospital, which feels like a funeral home, seeing hundreds of people lamenting the state of their loved ones.

"Doctor, wait, please," I stop him by touching his shoulder.

"Tell me," he focuses his attention on me, and I take a deep breath to speak.

"How is Krysbel? Can I see her?"

"Are you talking about the patient who arrived three days ago?" he asks doubtfully.

"Yes, that's right. Do you know anything?"

"Well, it's strange... No one has come to see her."

"She has no one. Only me. How is she?"

"Well, she's in bad shape. She's been in a deep coma since yesterday, and there's nothing we can do. We're trying our best."

"My God..." I close my hand tightly, "Can I see her?"

"Yes, come with me."

"Krys... Don't die..."

Entering the room, the doctor leaves me alone, and as soon as he leaves, I start to cry. I lean over her, and the tears flow uncontrollably.

"I feel bad for not having done anything for you, but listen to me..." I grab her hand and kiss it, "I promise you will get out of here... Do you hear me? I promise, my little one." I lie down next to her and then hear footsteps at the door.

"Here it is," I hear someone say.

"What's happening...?" I ask, puzzled, seeing those people approaching with horrible expressions.

"This person is scum, an antisocial, someone who should just be dead. What a shame she brings to the boss..." says the person at the door.

"At last, I found her."

It was her father. He was looking for her, and then I understood everything: they were here for her. And not for anything good.

"Our little friend here... She's coming with us," he said confidently, "Manila, take her out..."

"What...? Ta...take her out?" I start to stammer, "What are you going to do to her? Hey!" they hold me to prevent me from moving, "Let me go! Let me go! No! Krys! Wake up!" my screams were in vain. That man lifted Krys's nearly lifeless body in his arms and approached the window, smiling like a demon, "NO, DON'T DO IT, PLEASE, WAIT...!"

"It's already done..." he says before throwing the body out the window.

"NOOOOOOO!!" I screamed like a madman, "KRYS!!" my scream became a shot to the soul, a tearing sound from my throat. I kicked as hard as I could to get out of their grip. When I managed to break free, I collapsed to the floor, screaming without stopping.

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"We will never understand why life treats the best people the worst..."

"I will never allow anything bad to happen to someone just because they are different from others..." I tell myself.

Diego