Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Hailie|

*An Hour Later

I was downstairs with Alaina. The past few weeks have been dry nothing. They've been so bland, I couldn't note anything of substance. Without Andre, my days were mushed and packed together into a clump of boredom.

I never knew missing someone would hurt so much.

When Ashlee walked around school with chunkily dyed black and reddish colored hair, I wanted to burst into tears.

When I caught glimpse of him in the halls, I wanted to hug him and kiss him.

When I noticed Adande dropped out, I wanted to go seem him with Andre.

Basically, my life was a house, Andre was a tornado and the aftermath was a singular beam standing.

Christmas and my birthday was coming up quickly and I didn't want anything but the life I lived with him. I was at my moms, my dad with someone downtown. I didn't know who it was, I didn't care who it was.

Whitney and Alaina picked up on my sadness and were there for me, but everything they did couldn't compare to Andre. I was beyond in trouble. Grounded? Blitch, I was sub level.

I didn't see Andre at school today and I just hoped he was okay. I was on the overstuffed white leather love seat, watching the giant TV with Alaina. She was on Instagram and I wished I could update on Twitter. It's been quite some time.

My mom was upstairs, Whitney in the basement doing flips and I was attempting to paint my toes a milky powder blue and succeeding. The news came on and I turned it up.

Hey, the least I could do was see what other depressing things were happening in the city. Alaina looked up to watch with me. I was finished and topped up the bottle before any leaked onto the surface of the couch.

The familiar plastic faces of Kate Hamilton and August Bloom appeared on screen. Kate's brushing something off of her burgundy blouse and August laughed at something. Finally, they must've realized the cameras were own because

"Good evening Detroit, I'm Kate Hamilton." She said with a flip of her wavy dirty blonde hair.

"And I'm August Bloom." August said with a gleam in his dark eyes.

"Tonight we're following the nights top story. A young boy was shot inside a McDonald's. Our very own Alyson Thomas is at the scene right now." At the mention of 7 Mile, my eyes are glued to the screen.

It flips over to a eerily familiar McDonalds. I've seen Andre go in there all the time. I want to text him so bad, it's heartbreaking.

A less plastic looking woman with springy sepia curls and a ton of make up is being pelted by the snow. There are police and ambulances surrounding everyone. I can barely make out the person they're carrying away on their stretcher.

"Well yes, Kate. It is a somber sight on 7 Mile this evening. Seventeen year old Andre Kelley was in the McDonald's and was shot by fifty seven year old Stephen Nicholson. He's in critical condition tonight and being taken to Saint Ellis Hospital. hHis nine year old sister is the one who called the police."

My hearts racing and I'm beginning to hyperventilate. Alaina noticed and sat next to me. My boyfriend got shot? My boyfriends in critical condition?

"Holy shlit is that Andre?!" Alaina said and I nod. I'm in shock right now and she has to slap me out of my paralysis.

"Hai, we've got to get down there right now!" She said and gets up to put on her boots and coat. I throw on a puffy, burnt colored jacket over my purple sweater and slip into my coffee brown Uggs.

Alaina grabs her stuff, leaves a note on the counter and we run outside into the car. I swear I've just broken the door to her car and she's turning on the heat and pulling out of the driveway.

She swerves around and my hearts beating so fast I want to run. I'm screaming and crying and just an overall emotional wreck. Lanie's driving so fast I'm almost positive we are about to be pulled over. The highways full of cars, but she takes a quicker route,

"What if he's dead?" I whisper and the thought took me to a dark place. Darker than anywhere I've ever been. It's a horrible thought that comes into my mind with one word. I rushed it out of my head as we crossing the bridge.

I look down and see the murky water. The lights are dotting the down and I'm in slight awe. Like that night when I jumped in the shopping cart and he pushed me. I'm drowning in a sea of limited memories.

The thought came back as more, forceful tears oozed out of my eyes. I swore to myself in that moment , whatever the cost, whatever the consequences, I was going to be with Andre.

If we made it out of here.
If he ended up still being alive.
I was going to stay his.
And he was going to stay mine.

Saint Ellis Hospital's towering image gets closer and closer. Alaina pulls under the updated arch and tells me to get out whilst she searched for a parking spot.

It doesn't feel like I'm even here. Like I'm not bursting throughly the door glass doors. Like Andre was never shot. I'm in tears and a sweet Hispanic woman walked over to me.

"Who are you here for?" She said, wrapping her aged arm around my shoulders.

"A-Andre Kelley." I said through choking sobs.

"Okay, let's get you there. What happened to him, darling?" She said. I look at her and her wrinkly tinted face is illuminated in the yellow florescent hospital light. The waiting room had a few other people in red chairs. She takes me up to the front desk to see another lady with short black hair and almond shaped eyes.

"H-He was shot." I said and Alaina comes in. She hugs me and walked me to the nurse. The kind Hispanic woman takes the cue and leaves.

"Hello. Can we see Andre Kelley please?" Lanie asked and she typed a few  things on the computer. I wrung my hands together as she looked for the search.

Finally, she said "Andre Martel Kelley is in Room 201. You can see him, but he's a little drugged because they just pulled the bullet out."

I nearly sprint to the elevator with Lanie and we pressed Level Two. We try to talk about good things and the probability of Andre being okay."

We walk out and knock on the gray door with the numbers "201" on it and I wait for an answer. A muffled "come in" was heard and I open the door.

The smeared tile continued in here. The colors were a depressing blue and he was hooked up to a few machines. He looked the same and but his eyes looked a little glazed over. But I know he's still alive. The little TV perched in the high corner is on and playing Family Guy, Andre's favorite show.

I ran over to him, arms open and hugged him tightly. I could feel his tears in my hair, but I didn't give a crap.

I was back in his arms, and that's all the mattered....

/Okay, so the next chapter is going to be a blow up. Technically, this is the third tim I've updated today lol. Also, who's POV should I do it from: Kim's or Marshall's. Anyways, catch ya later😉~marshallisillmatic\