taken | m.e.

thirty two

(one week later)

hannah

everything seemed to be in slow motion. the week moved slow and it felt like a never ending nightmare. i just wanted jack to wake me up and tell me that it was just a dream but i knew it wouldn't happen. what once was my dream life is now a living nightmare. i sat next to my mom. a bunch of people i didn't know came up to me telling me they were sorry for my loss. i didn't cry. not here, i wouldn't. i needed to hold myself together.

"we're here today to honor the loss of an amazing soul" the priest began "Jack Johnson was an amazing young man"

i thought i could listen to this. i told myself i had to stay strong, it's what jack would've wanted but i couldn't. i stood up from my seat in the cemetery and ran out towards my car. i got in the driver's seat and fumbled with my keys but tears began to blur my vision.

"i'll drive you home" i heard my mom say

she drove me to my apartment and made sure i got inside safe. i laid down on the couch trying to think of anything but jack.

*flashback*

i sat at the table with dinner ready waiting for jack to get home. he was a little late but i know he has to go pick up clothes from his house.

my phone started ringing and i saw that it was jack's mom so i instantly picked up.

"hello?" i said

"h-hannah"

"what's wrong?" i asked concern laced in my voice

"it's j-jack"

"is he okay?"

"h-he g-got into a car accident. he d-didn't m-make it."

*end flashback*

i sobbed on my couch of the thought of that horrible phone call. i pulled myself together a little bit. i went into the bathroom and put my hair up into a bun. i splashed some cold water on my face before walking into my, well our, bedroom. i grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of jack's hoodies putting it on. i walked back into the living room and laid down on the couch. i laid there for a few minutes before there was a knock on my door.

i didn't want too but i got up and opened it. matt stood there in a black dress shirt and dress pants with black shoes. was he there? at jack's funeral?

"can i come in?" he asked

i nodded and walked back over to the couch. matt walked in and sat down next to me.

"it was a beautiful service, you know? did you put it together?"

"some of it" i mumbled

"how are you holding up?"

"i feel like dying."

"i know it's hard, losing people you love."

"he was everything to me" i spoke before breaking into sobs

my fingers played with the engagement ring that still sat on my finger. matt noticed and had a look of shock on his face.

"he proposed to you?"

i nodded "we were gonna get married. he was gonna be my happy ending."

"jesus hannah, i'm so sorry"

"i need to tell someone this"

"go ahead, you can tell me"

"t-the n-night of the crash, i had dinner and everything planned out to tell him that i-i'm pregnant."

"wait you're pregnant?"

i nod before i start crying even harder. matt wrapped his arm around me and i laid my head on his shoulder and cried.

"i'm sorry hannah. you don't deserve this."

"what am i gonna do?"

"whatever you want to do, do it. i'll help you out and so will kelsie."

"thank you"

"for now i think you should just get some sleep, i'll stay with you if you want."

"please"

"of course" matt replied holding me tighter

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idk how much longer i'm gonna continue this