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21

Don't even about the chapter title.
I will literally piss in your mouth if open it to say anything about 21. Continue reading 😂

Giannas pov

I honestly can't even remember what certain things look like. I can't remember the sensation of the sun blinding my eyes, or cold water down my throat. Jack hasn't come for a while, I guess he's moved on. So here I am. Alone in a hospital room on life support with no guardian to make the decision of my life. No dying surrounded by sobbing family friends. I'm going to die. Alone. I can hear the faint yet echoing voices speaking. "If she doesn't wake up within the week, we are by law going to be forced to shut of life support." If I could open my eyes I would cry. I needed to put every last effort into getting my eyes to open. I felt myself with every ounce of strength trying to open my eyes, get my heart to do what it's naturally supposed to do. But nothing would work. It was useless.

I'm going to die.

Jacks pov

The doctors said she would never wake up. The pain was unbearable. I needed anything to numb it. I went out, partying and drinking, then screwing any girl I could. I needed to feel something. But what I needed more than anything, was her. But she was dead. And I had to let her go.

Giannas pov
The harsh lights of the hospital were almost blinding, my eyes open a crack. My throat was to sore to say anything. I nurse came rushing in, screaming for a doctor. She handed me a glass of water and smiled. The sensation felt amazing. To have the luke warm liquid running down my throat was the best feeling I have had in months. "How long have I been out?" I croaked. I didn't even recognize my own voice.

"8 months."

8 months! Holy shit. "Do you have anyone we can call?" She asked quietly. "Jack Johnson. Blonde, blue eyes." Looks like a fucking cupcake.
So nodded shortly before existing the room.

I sure had missed a lot.

Jacks pov ( sorry for the constant pov changes )

My phone began to buzz as I hovered inches from the pretty blonde in front of me. "Just ignore it." She whispered. I debated between finally picking up the phone. "Hello?" I nearly passed out from the words I heard.

Gianna was awake.

Angs pov
I took another sip of the strong alcohol sitting in front of me. Shawn slept peacefully on the couch next to me. I hadn't spoken to Jack in a while. He bangs every sorry bitch in Cali. How could he do that while Gianna lay dying in a hospital? I don't understand that. I visited every so often, but it became to much. All of a sudden, the phone lit up with a name I never thought I would see again. The contact was 'idiot'. And it was the contact for Gianna. I uneasily answered the phone, expecting the worse. "Hello?" I croaked. Gianna has never failed to amuse and shock me. And here's a perfect example. Because I just got a call telling me my best friend was alive.

Giannas pov

I sat anxiously in the bed, sore and waiting for the love of my life to walk in. I heard faint footsteps and felt my heart quicken. But who stood in the doorway wasn't Jack. It was Shawn and Ang. I felt hot tears prick my eyes. It had only been 8 months, but they definitely looked different. Ang has dark circles under her eyes, as if the eight months have been years that went unslept. Her once light green eyes that sparkled are a dark brown full of sadness. At the sight of me, her  flecks start to peer through, emerging from the darkness. Shawns dark brown eyes watered slightly upon seeing me, and I begin to cry at the tall figure behind him.

Jack.