My Demons (Book 1)

Chapter 14: I Forgive You

Hello fellow readers, I've done it again. But this time, I just think this song goes nicely with the following chapter, so enjoy! This song is called For Blue Skies by Strays Don't Sleep (Again I don't own the song or anything! A.k.a please don't sue me xD )

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Alex's p.o.v

The doctor told me my back would recover soon, if I rested and took my medication on a daily basis. But I didn't care now bad my back was, Phil was in a far worse state. Sitting on a stool beside our bed, I watched Phil sleep peacefully. They had managed to stop the bleeding, however they didn't know how bad the after effects would be. He might have amnesia or brain damage. No one knows yet.

I have been waiting for three days by his side. Tyler kept me company by telling me he will be okay because Dylan was a fighter and he would never let Phil die. I didn't want Phil to go.

I sniffed and held his hand, hoping it would somehow stop him from leaving me. Why didn't I go with him? If I had been there none of this would have happened. His heart monitor was beating slowly. I kept staring at it. When was he going to wake up? I don't know Alex, only time will tell. It's best not to think about it and just wait. He will wake up when he's ready. I nodded. Hopefully.

All I heard was the ticking of the clock. Everything else was silent. Damon had locked himself away in his study since the incident with Ronald. I wonder what happened to them. Why did they fall out with each other? Me and Phil argue, but we always find a way to stay friends. It's a long story. A long, complicated novel. Even if I wanted to, I don't think it's my place to say. Only Damon can answer that one. Oh. Okay. I will have to ask him about that at some point.

Suddenly, the heart monitor made a long, single beep. My adrenaline escalated. I started to panic. "Someone help! HELP!" I bellowed in the corridor. Where the fuck is everyone? Tears threatened to burst out. One of the nurses raced over to Phil. Other doctors and nurses came and I was eventually ushered out. The last thing I saw was Phil's face covered with a oxygen mask.

Leaning against the wall beside the door, I didn't know what to do. My best friend might be dying and I can't do anything about it. For the first time since I arrived here, I let the tears pour out. My back against the wall, I sat outside waiting for any news of whether I should be mourning or celebrating.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sniffed loudly. I didn't care if anyone saw me. They could tell the entire world. Nothing else matters how. I put my head in my hands. Nothing.

I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and I looked up to see Damon. He just stared back with a knowing gaze. I wanted to probe him for answers about his past with Ronald, but I was too busy worrying about Phil.

"Your father loved you Alex, you know that right?" He asked, I just nodded. My lip was trembling at the thought of Phil dead.

"How old were you when you found her dead?"

"Six. I came home and found her laying on the floor dead. Then the police and social workers came and took me away. They told me my father couldn't look after me, so I had to stay with them." I finished, finding it hard to tell him what happened.

"Did you like her?"

"No. She might have been worse than Phil's dad. At least, he told him he's sorry and that he loves him. She only told me I was a waste of space, but I still loved her though." I replied, feeling a second wave of tears begin to make their way down my face.

"I was always there Alex: at your christening, in the park when you played football with Phil, when you and your father snuck into the zoo. That was my idea." He smiled, wiping a tear off my cheek. I looked up at him and smiled back. "Have you ever loved someone Alex, so much that you would be willing to die for them?"