Trouble

Clear

I wake up at 9:15 in the morning, on my beanbag chair. 'I fell asleep.' I sit up and scroll through my phone. 7 text messages, 4 Facebook messages.

'Wow so popular.' I sarcastically think to myself. I hear my front door crash open, then slam closed.

"Savannah!?" My brother called in distress. My brother Cory, was 6'0 tall with the same chocolate brown hair as me, and rich hazel eyes. At night, he usually stays with his girlfriend, so I am alarmed why he is here at 9:15 am.

"Cory? What's wrong?" I ask dragging myself off my bean bag chair and hurrying into the living room. He's holding his arm tightly, I remember that my moms at work.

"What happened stupid?" I say examining his arm and poking it, as he winces in pain.

"Suki and I wer-" he starts.

"Oh... Suki.. Yeah I understand." Suki was Cory's best friend, they must have been rough housing again.

"Sav, can you drive me to the hospital?" He asks.

"Cory, I've only got my 'L'" I complain.

"Yes well I'm with you, please? Feel it! You can feel the bone." He says shoving his arm in my face.

"EW no! Alright I'll drive you, let me get dressed." I stomp to my room and slip on clothes and put my hair into a loose braid.

"Alright, let's go." I say grabbing my keys. 'To the jeep!' I think excitedly. It's my 17th birthday in 15 days and I haven't driven since before the whole Kendall situation.

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"Cory Woods?" Someone calls Cory's name.

"Okay, I'm going to go get something to eat, k?" I say leaving him alone, with only a nod from him.

I sit in a hallway drinking my coffee barely waking up when I hear someone yell 'Cardiac arrest, room 4F.' And a cart pushes past me. It takes me a minute before I realize, 4F.

'Oh my god.' I think running towards that cart. Emmette was in room 4F. The room is crowded with nurses and doctors. I tried to push past them, but they asked me to stay out.

"That's my best friend damnit! Let me in!" I push past, with success this time.

"Clear." I hear them shout, as Emmettes body jumps up, but does not continue to breathe.

"Let's take it up a notch! Clear!" They yell. 'Please. Please don't die.' I freeze, why isnt it working! I'm so afraid I cry inside holding Emmettes hand. Nothing. No movement. Seconds are so short. I remember those last seconds I had with him.

*flashback*

I see Emmette. He looks mad, and afraid. He doesn't look sad for me. He's thinking something through.

I remember the last thing I saw before blackness, was a flash of a green hoodie. Emmettes green hoodie.

*end of flashback*

"Highest, ready? Clear!" Please please work. Live Emmette, live. Yet again, his body jumps up and back down, and continues to die, in my eyes.

"Please! Try again! He's my best friend!" I cry.

"Last time! Clear!" Time slows. It doesn't feel real. My head fell to his arm, and I let my everything out. I can't control myself. I feel a nurse put an arm around me, and try to pry me away, but I don't budge. I look up towards Emmettes lifeless face. The red is still flushed in his cheeks, his eyes lightly closed. His chest no longer moving up and down. More tears spilt over the rim of my eyes. He was dead. He was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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Hey. So what do u think about Emmette being dead? Um... Yeah just having a day. Drama filled life.... Haha okay, so... Go be happayy sexuals <3