Terrified

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A new day unravels, I see a beautiful light shine through my window, I smile in relief of knowing that everything's okay. But things felt different, really different from what they were. As if I was under a spell of death, I feel like something's gonna go wrong.
All I wanted to do is get over it. So I get out of bed and begin to remember what happened yesterday, the chat, the ice cream, the 'date', the way he looked, everything, because for me it was the perfect day, I walk to my bathroom and change to my casual getup, I get a comb and brush my curly hair, I walk back to my room and tidy my bed up.
I walk down stairs and hear my wonderful parents in the kitchen talking and laughing, but no other feeling occurred but worry that something like Jack's death would happen again.
As I force myself to walk to the kitchen, I greet my parents with a warm smile, and they greet me back saying " Happy Birthday baby girl!" I thank them. I remember that Jack and I's Birthday is also his death anniversary, "Will we go to the cemetery?" I ask, " Umm sure, we can visit Jack anytime," they answer I nod and grin, as I eat breakfast.

At the cemetery

"Hey Jack, I'm here now, happy birthday bro," I say through a cracked voice, "How have you been? sorry about the tears, it's just that I really wished you were here, I know the brother of who killed you, he's nicer than the killer and he really is sorry for you, the murderer is in jail as we speak, Umm, I was really here to give back the necklace you gave me what we were little," I state weakly putting down a golden heart necklace on the ground with tears falling down my face. "I think we should go, sweetie" My mother stated, I nod at the words she say, the fear grew bigger as I go home.

"Hey John,"
"hey, Umm,happy birthday to this special girl. I'm coming over by the way,"
"oh, okay,"
"How old is this pretty girl I'm talking to right now?"
"18,"
"Fine, precious, beautiful being is as old as I am,"
"Okay, I'll just see you later,"
"Yeah, bye, beautiful," he says. after that I hear the sound of crashing through the phone
"John,"I say
"John!" I repeat, screaming through the phone
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother asks
"it's John, I heard like a car crash somewhere near him a-and I-"I was cut off by my mother asking, "Well, where is he?"
"H-he said he w-was on his way to the house,"I stutter, "But I don't k-know"
"It's okay we are going to look for him," my mom says, as tears fall to my face,

As we reach his car, I see his face covered in blood against the stirring wheel, "Mom, we need to get him to the hospital," I cry, "I'll call them, just stay there," she states as she calls the hospital.
As I hear sirens come near us, all I could think of was John not being able to wake up.

at the Hospital

I walk to John's room, and see him in a deep slumber, the doctors said he would wake up soon, but they also said there might be a damage with his memory.
I go to his bed, and lay my head down as I play with his hand, "John wake up, please don't leave me, I promise that I'll do my best to make you happy, please don't forget me, I'll be right here, John wake up," I cry, "Hey, Alexa, where are we?" I hear a familiar voice speak " John?" I question "Umm, yeah, where are we?" he asks again "we are at the hospital, your car got hit," I sigh in relief, "did you hear anything that I said before you woke up?", "Umm, yeah, about the you'll do your best to make me happy thing," he answers "About another thing, yes," I say, " Yes what?"
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend,"I grin
"really,"
"Well, I can't afford to lose you, I'm too scared,"
"I am the happiest man alive right now, thank you"
I hug him with the words that were said. I did it for me and I did it cause it's true.

I'm terrified of losing an important person in my life.

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