Anne-Maria (Completed)

Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks...(Kevin's Point Of View)

It's been weeks since the incident with Anne. Jessie went missing too, everything is just falling down a steep hill. 

No one knows where Jessie is, cops are still looking, but ever since three weeks ago, there has been no sign of her. Her dad's friend is a suspect, why? I don't know, I don't know anything anymore. I was giving up on Jessie being found safe, or even alive. 

I went to my room one day after school and wished I had been with Jessie that day. She was in the distance while I was walking home, but I figured she was mad at me, so I let her be. I should have been with her. 

Two more hours, still nothing. I stared at Anne who was breathing perfectly fine. Everything was okay, but we still didn't know when she was going to wake up, and we were all losing hope. Anne, please wake up, please.

Thirty more minutes until she was going to be taken off of life support. Her mother was crying and wishing that she had done more in being a parent. Her dad was doing the same, cursing to the sky, like someone was up there. 

They left after twenty minutes passed. They said that they didn't want to be around when their daughter died. I could see where they were coming from, but I wanted to be with Anne until the very last moment. 

Ten more minutes were left on the clock, until Anne's appointment with death. I started to cry, and all of my feelings were pouring out. I couldn't stop the warm tears that were streaming down my face. "Anne, wake up!" I yelled, I yelled but it was useless. She wasn't going to come back. 

I knocked the vase that was holding pretty red roses in old water off the table. I watched the glass shatter, and I kicked it around. I cursed and I screamed and I cried more and more. 

Five more minutes, I was done throwing a tantrum. Maybe I was being selfish, but I didn't care anymore. 

"Anne, you can't leave, don't leave me okay," I whispered, choking on my tears. I sat back down next to her and grabbed her hand, which I held tightly. All I could do now was wait with hope that would soon vanish. I moved the hair on her face off. I looked at her pale face, and I heard something. My hope was coming back to me, she was quietly coughing. She was alive.

Three more minutes. I tried shaking her awake, but she just simply coughed. I didn't stop shaking her, I needed to see her eyes again. I needed to see her smile, I needed to see her get angry. I needed to see her get better. I needed her.