THE BROKEN FELINE

Chapter 20

Nash's POV

Running is the best thing ever! I thought as I ran through the forest, I've seem to forget what has happened in the last day. But as always somebody has to remind me.

"Alpha, the Luna is asleep but not waking up. She isn't healing either! Something is wrong!" A male pack member links me.

I dash and run as hard as I can to get to the pack house. Panic is taking over my body, and I can feel my wolf worrying.

My body gets heavier and heavier, which can only mean one thing.

Death is near for my love.

I don't even open the door I just jump through it and run to her.

Up the stairs, three at a time and crash into our bedroom. "Get the doctor!"

"Present," he says then tells me something terrible, "look, she is...um...d--dead, I-I'm so sorry alpha"

My heart breaks and my body goes limp. Then pitch black.

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Sheylyn's POV

Am I dead? Why is it so bright? Why do I still feel pain?

"My dear, you are still in pain because your cat does not want to die so she is still alive in your dead body.
This is heaven, and you are dead but Steve is keeping your body alive. Does that make sense?" My mother tells me.

My eyebrows scrunch up and I tilt my head in a 'what' jester.

Gaea sighs, "you are dead yet you are alive, you are only imagining death. So you are in fact alive but your mind thinks your dead. Your cat wants to live so you are not dead."

Now I get it.

I gasp as pain erupts in my heart, and I see myself in a hospital bed and Nash holding my hand. The doctor comes in and yells that he can't touch me for we can't touch for at least a month. It's like I'm a ghost, watching my own body not move.

Nash sobs and just sits there, hands to himself, crying.

I want to go back, so I turn to mother and she touches my heart. The stinging comes back and pain comes all over my body. I'm now in a dark place, so I try to look up but my eyelids are sealed.

I hear people in the background talking, "you have to set the date, otherwise her body will rot away"

"No she is not dead, we are not having a funeral, I won't allow it!"

"Alpha, you are in denial, she is dead! Why can't you see that?!"

I only hear silence then shoes going away, probably the person who told my Nash that he needs to set a date at my funeral. Then sobs, cries, of loneliness and heartbreak.

Nash turns on the radio to try to drain his cries away and the worst song comes on. Justin Bieber-baby.

I open my eyes and look around, and jump off the bed to turn the song off. There is Nash sitting beside me now stopped crying. I open my mouth to speak, yet nothing comes out.

Startled he shoots up from his chair and looks at me with puffy red eyes. He gasps, "Y--your here, A-live!" He smiles as I shake my head telling him I'm here.

He hugs me but backs away realizing that he can't touch me.

I open my mouth but still nothing comes out. I furrow my eyebrows and look for a notepad and a pen.

I find one and write: I'm so, so sorry, please forgive my sins and don't hate me.

"I already have forgiven you.  love you!" Then I write: I love you too.

The doctor comes in and goes pale then faints. I roll my eyes. Wuss.

One by one pack members come in to greet me back and once everyone is here they ask questions.

"How are you alive?"
"How is it like to be dead?"
"Are you and Nash still together?"
"Why did he sleep with the pack slut?"  And so on.

I wanted to comment or say something but I couldn't speak, then I realized. Why isn't Kelsey here? "I kicked her out, she drugged me then slept with me."     "Ohhh...." Everyone says after Nash tells me why the slut isn't here.

Hey doc why can't I talk? "Well, when you committed suicide, the pills that you took basically killed your voice. The only way it can heal properly is to touch your mate for a week straight. But you can't do that till the month is up." The doctor explained.

I nodded. I took a deep breath and looked at all the people here thinking, 'all these people care about me, could have known that before committing suicide'.

I look at Nash and hope that all these people will give us some space, they get the message and leave.

"So...you don't like Justin Bieber?" Nash asks playfully. I smile and nod because I know I can't laugh.

I look at our hands inches apart, oh how I will die all over again to touch and hug and kiss my Nash. But being here will do, I'll just have to wait for a month for a sweet kiss.

This is a little shorter cuz I didn't know how to end it. I hope I didn't upset anyone with the Bieber thing. 

Meow!!