♡♥ Knife Pierced Heart ♥♡

Chapter 1 ♡

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"Molly! Stay up! Molly!" My heart is racing faster than my actions. What am I suppose to do! I try the Heimlich remover, everything in the book while talking to the 911 operator. I cover the wound on her head with a blanket to try and stop the blood from flowing, but too much blood was already lost. Her nightstand has blood all over it which I asume is how she got her forehead gushing.

Why is nothing working. She has little pulse, but I know I feel a slow, faint one.

"Please baby girl, keep your eyes open, Mol." Her eyes flutter open and shut, I hear the ambulance pulling to a stop in front of our house. They barge up the stairs shouting orders I don't know.

They shove me out of the way and put electrical heart shocks on her. Her body jumps up from the impact, but her eyes and pulse don't change.

They put a breathing mask onto her face and pump air into her body to try and get any response from the little girl.

Throwing her on the stretcher. With the more treatments they are doing, and the less of response she is giving makes my tears cascade from my eyes. My vision is blurry from all the water my blue eyes are holding.

"We have to get her to the hospital pronto!!" One of the men say while strapping Molly into the gurney.

We all rush down the stairs into the ambulance. I sit in the pasenger side, while the guy asks me all these questions. Only few I can comprehend.

"I told you! I don't know what happened! I was in my room and checked on her like I do every night!!!" I am on the verge of an emotional and physical breakdown! How do they honestly think that I killed her!

"Yes. She has schizophrenia and is on medication..."

"Has she been having trouble with it?" I gave him the dumbest look on my face.

"Schizophrenia never leaves. She always has symptoms. Always. Lately though she has been under the impression that she is being chased."

"Does she have any allergies?"

"For God's sake!! How the hell am I supposed to know every single allergy she has. She has asthma!"

I hear the guy in the back shouting to hurry up.

The panic and sorrow in thier voice was easily detected causing my heart to thump harder than it already was. I can't believe this is all happening. I can't believe her life is at such a high risk.

We arrive at the hospital. Emergency doctors are all ready outside ready to take action. I follow them all, trying to get next to Molly, but each one shoved me out of the way. I cry out her name and yell at the couple nurses holding onto my arms not letting me get any closer. They quickly get her into a room, and shut the doors behind them, leaving me and a few nurses alone in the hallway.

What have I done?

They place me in the waiting room. My mind is rambling about everything that has happened in the past 30 minutes. I just pray she is okay.

The doctors and nurses haven't told me any news yet. I've been sitting here looking like a train wrecked into me while people rush in and out the entrance doors.

After what seems like an eternity of biting my nails, the ER doctor walks into the room, and makes his way to me.He leads me to another room, more private room. I can all ready see with his eyes that she didn't make it. He didn't even have to say anything. I just knew.

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Knife pierced heart.

I never cried so hard in my life.