Teddy Bear Trials

Chapter 11

I sat in the chilling room in silence as they asked that one question that could change my life forever.
I had to make this choice now, or never. Now would be much better if you ask me.

"Presley, what is your final choice?"

"I choose-"

"STOOOPP!" The room shook, the loud voice booming through the air, door bursting open. A creepy feeling went up my spine as I realized who it was without having to look in his direction. Eli.
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Kades POV :

We all just sat in the small waiting room. Silent sobs sprouting from Anna and Rainy. Arina shaking slightly, knees pulled up to her chest. We'd been here everyday since what happend, staying overnight sometimes, hours on other days. I hadn't been going to work, school, hanging out with friends, or even been at home lately. My fingernails were chewed down to the nubs from stress and worry.

Please wake up Presley. Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up.

She had to live. She had to. If she didn't, what would I do? She's one of my best friends. And her dad would be so heartbroken. Lana and Presley, both from cancer, both dying young. And little Bryce, so innocent he doesn't know what death means. Can't fathom that fact his sister is literally on her death bed. Slowly wasting away. Losing life, losing hope.

I glanced over at the large ticking clock hung on the far wall. I made out that it said it was almost three in the morning. 10 hours. 10 hours of sitting, waiting, wishing, hopeing. Crying, greifing, hurting.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, trying to make the weary go away. Then I sat back up, and waited some more.
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Annas POV :

Kade sat in silence, starring ahead at the wall. Unlike the rest of us, crying till our eyes dried up and started to ache, but kept going anyway. He was lost in thought. A single tear rolled slowly down his cheek. While hundreds flowed freely down mine.

My best friends dying. Wasting away. Shes leaving us and we can't stop from thinking it was our fault. If mabye we'd spent more time with her it wouldn't hurt do much. But it would.

Because the truth is, if we spent more time together, it would hurt worse, it'd kill me, just like it's killing her. And if less time was spent in each others presence, we'd all wish we had longer. That we got to know her more than we do now. So in reality, it would make absolutely no difference whatsoever.

"Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have been me?" I asked myself.

"Because then she'd be sitting in the same place as you, thinking the same thing, hurting just as much as you are now. It wouldn't help anybody."

"But it would be better if she got to live longer though. Shes so young and inspiring, and unique and just an amazing girl. This shouldn't have happened to her and you know that." Somehow, talking to my consious helped, and also made me feel like my psychopathic neighbor, Mr. Foxx, with his seventy one calico and tabby cats, all named Kitty. And his fifteen lawn knomes, dotting the unkept yard.

"Yes, she's an amazing person, and loving friend, I know that. But everything happens for a reason."

"I should've prayed more. Gone to church a few more times. Asked for forgiveness of my sins so they wouldn't be taken out on my best friend. "

"That wouldn't have solved anything and you know it."

I couldn't take it anymore. So I left. And I didn't look back.
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Presleys POV :