Saving Ally

Chapter 35

Picture of Ally and Cindy!!!!

--Drew Borden

     It's been a week since Ally has been in the hospital. No one will tell me how she is, but I think they just don't know. I haven't been able to go home and I haven't been able to watch the news. They won't let me have my phone either. It's like I'm in actual prison, even though I did nothing wrong. I don't know where Cindy is, mostly because they won't tell me. They bring my food to the cell, so the only time I get to leave is for a shower.

     I miss Ally so much that it physically hurts. Every time my heart beats it's as if someone is hitting me in the chest with a hammer. I feel pressure on my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Some nights I can't even sleep because I'm up thinking about Ally. I can't even cry anymore, all I do is shake.

     Since the first day I've been in this cell, I've only eaten once. It hurts to move and it even hurts to blink. It hurts to not know if Ally is alive or not. It kills me to think about Ally being dead. What if she was dead by the time I got to her house? What if I could've prevented it? It was probably all her dad's fault. I swear when I get out of this stupid cage I'm going to beat the hell out of him.

     "Mr. Borden," someone calls. I slowly turn my head and look at the police officer on the other side of my jail cell. "You're free to go."

     I stare at him, stunned at what I'm hearing. "What?" I question, my voice raspy. 

     "You're free to go," the police officer repeats. "Your dad's here."

     I sit up slowly as he opens the door. At first, I think he's tricking me, but he motions me towards him. Slowly getting up, I walk to out the door and turn down a hallway where I see my dad.

     "Where's Cindy?" I ask softly when I approach my dad. I look around for her, but she's nowhere in sight.

     "She's okay, her mom came to pick her up," my dad responds.

     "Is Ally okay? Please t-tell me she's okay," I force out. My lungs feel as if they're failing.

     "Drew, let's get in the car so we can talk about this. Are you okay? You don't look so well," he observes.

     "Yeah," I say, not caring. We start walking to the car. The cold air on my face makes me feel better than it usually would. "Is Ally okay?"

     "Drew, we'll talk about this in the car."

     "Why not right now?" I try to raise my voice, but the pain comes back into my chest.

     "Because I said so, Drew," he says getting into the car. I get in after him, buckling up.

     "Now can you-"

     "Drew, are you sure you're okay? You really don't look good," he says, face filled with concern.

     "Dad I've already told you that I'm fine," I say, placing a hand on my chest to lower the pain.

     "Alright," he says, starting the engine and driving off.

     "I don't want to go home," I whisper.

     "Why's that?" he asks.

     "It'll make me remember Ally too much. Please, let's just go somewhere else."

     "We should probably talk about Ally," he says, glancing over at me. From the tone of his voice, I'm kind of afraid to talk about Ally. I'm afraid he's going to say that she's dead. She can't be dead, she was just here with me. I couldn't have lost her that easily. Plus, she's strong. I know she is, so she's still alive.

     "Can we go to Ally's house?" I ask.

     "No we're not going there Drew," he says, sternly.

     "Please, Dad," I beg. I let my head hang, and I stare at my lap. I feel his eyes on me, and I hear him sigh.

     "Fine, but we can't go inside."

     "Fine by me."

     There's a moment of silence, as we drive down the road to Ally's house.

     "So how was the jail experience? You wanna go back?" he asks, jokingly.

     "It was horrible. The food, the officers, and the beds were all horrible. I refused to take a shower so sorry if I smell like crap."

     "It's fine," my dad says as he focuses on the road.

     It's silent for a moment which isn't normal for my dad and I unless I'm angry or vice versa. The pain inside my chest grows more and becomes more noticeable. My dad drives over a speed bump and my lungs feel as if they'd exploded. I grasp my chest and bend over, closing my eyes. I try to breathe normally, but it just makes everything hurt more. I feel the car stop and my dad says my name. I can't speak, afraid it'll hurt more.

     "Drew! You need to tell me what's wrong!" My dad shouts, shaking me.

     "Stop your making it worse," I whisper, and he manages to hear me. "It's my lungs-"

     I wince as the pain grows. I feel as the car turns around and speeds up.

     "It's alright Drew we're going to the hospital," My dad says in a soothing voice, but for some odd reason I can only picture Ally.

     "You're okay Drew, I know you are," Ally's voice comes into my head. "You're stronger than you think Drew. I know you thought you could've saved me, but you couldn't. You tried though Drew, and that's what matters. I'm alright, you don't need to worry about me. Worry about yourself right now Drew."

     I feel myself getting moved, and pain fills my entire body. My body aches for Ally's warm touch and her brightening smile. I want to go back to when I met her. When her stutter made my stomach twist with joy and her laughter made butterflies fill my stomach. Now, it's the opposite. Thinking about her stutter makes my stomach twist with guilt. Thinking about her laughter makes me want to sit in a ball and cry. No girl has ever had this effect on me. 

     I open my eyes, only to see a ceiling and something come down over my face. I try to keep my eyes open, but they get weighed down. I hear someone say something that I didn't want to hear.

     "His heart rate is dropping!"

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This is a short chapter! UGH!!!!!

You know what? I promised I would update and I did so whoop whoop!

When I'm finished with this book I'm going to go back to the beginning and I'm going to add more details and basically rewrite Saving Ally to make the "WHAT THE FBSCHSLBD" moments more surprising. I know I'm evil right?

I'm going to quote one of my idols when I say this (If you know who says this then I love you).

"PEACE OUT BITCHES!"

Love you!

~Olive

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