-Logan's POV-
I sat patiently outside the room Selena stayed in. I had been crying for the past hour. No matter how hard I tried to stop, I couldn't. No positive thoughts whatsoever came to mind. I couldn't lose her. God don't let me lose her. I need her.
Finally a doctor walked out to tell me how she was doing. I shot up from my seat in front of the doctor.
"Please tell me she's okay." I started to wipe my tears. Everything will be okay. That's all I could tell myself.
"I'm sorry. Your friend....she passed away." the doctors tone sounded sad, only for me.
I closed my eyes. I felt tears pouring out, and I couldn't stop them. I barged into the room and ran over to the bed Selena was laying, motionless on. I kept shaking her, while the doctors hollared at me to get out. I refused.
"SELENA!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. "NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU."
Two doctors gripped onto me pulling me out of the room, I still screamed as loud as I could. I was like a 3 year old being pulled out of a candy store, but I could care less what people thought.
"What the hell is your problem?" I started pushing and shoving. It got to the point where they kicked me out of the hospital. Well thankfully I wasn't dying.
I ran home as fast as I could. I was having a break down. This couldn't be happening. No.
I kicked open the door to see my sister and her boyfriend, Daniel, arguing again.
"Logan! Get out! Go out with your friends or something! Don't you dare get involved." Candace yelled.
"I wasn't going to you. In fact, I hope he slaps the bitchiness out of you." I stormed up stairs. Wasn't it obvious I wasn't going to put up with her crap.
I went into my mom's room, into her drawer. I pulled out her shot gun. It was small, but it was enough to put me out of my misery.
I sat on her floor. I wrote my last page in my journal, before I would end it all.
Dear Journal,
Today's the day it ends. Today's the day I'll be gone. I went though many tradgic years, days, moments, and I don't want them back. I wish I were stronger. I never did sports, I was never the team foot ball captain. I was never known. It won't be any different now. Another 6 months I'll be unknown, as if I was ever known before. Tonight is my night. My night, to end. To be with her.
I closed my journal throwing it across the room in anger. I officially had been soaked in my own tears.
I picked up the gun holding it to my head. "Selena, if you can hear me, I'm doing this for you. I'll see you soon. I love you." I whispered to myself, right before I pulled the trigger.
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I shot up from the hospital chair, crying. I opened my eyes wide open, wiping the tears from my eyes with my shirt. It was just a dream. I breathed heavily, at what I just dreamed. It felt so real. In fact I felt like I was having a migrane, as if I did really get shot. I wasn't going to wait for the doctor to tell me to come in. I forced myself up and ran into the room Selena was in.
I looked at her beautiful face. She was looking back,alive. I ran next to the bed, hovering over her. I lifted her up lightly and hugged her tight. None of us said anything. We just hugged, for who knows how long. She was okay. I was okay. Everything was going to be okay.
Just like my dream I got yelled at to get out. Can you not? I couldn't let go of Selena. Before they were about to carry me out I whispered into Selena's ear.
"I love you." I lifted my head up and walked out the door, turning back to see her bright smile.
