Do Not Enter

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Claire's P.O.V.

I haven't slept in 3 days. I can't even blink without Amanda's face flashing itself over and over just like the ambulance's lights the night it came to visit. Mom was holding herself together pretty well until that stupid paramedic touched her. I could see her fall apart, her heart sank to the bottom of her feet and showed no sign of returning any time soon.

She hadn't stopped compressions, even when Amanda's rib cage broke. She cried out, very loudly, if I may add... But she didn't stop. She didn't give up... Until that stupid paramedic touched her.

Mom was trying to pump the life back into my sister..

My best friend...

My advice giver...

My fashion advisor...

And MAYBE she would've been able to if that stupid paramedic wouldn't have touched her!!!

After mom collapsed into Megan's arms, it was my turn to cry out. I ran to the female paramedic and started to hit her.

I started yelling that she had no right to touch my mom and how dare she stop her from saving Amanda and that's my sister, Megan you need to save my sister!

The male paramedic gently wrapped his arms around me and held me until my spell was over. His smooth voice started, "Claire.. Sweetie.. Your sister is gone. Your mom did everything she could before we got here, but unfortunately it wasn't enough. I'm so so sorry." his words are processed as easily as screws get chopped up in a blender.

By now the tears were falling so quick, I might have been able to make my own river.

They wouldn't even take her in the ambulance...

Black tag, they said.

Nothing to do for her, they said.

Poor kid was only 17, they said.

They left as quick as they came; mom and I were left with our own sadness and confusion. The tears wouldn't stop coming. Or felt like they're never ever stop.

"Claire... Baby... I need you to go get mommy's cell phone... Do you think you could do that?"

Mom hadn't stopped crying. Not even for a minute. Her chest would heave and her breathing would be short but her tear supply was always up and running.

As I look around our still neat house for moms blackberry, my eyes spot a picture frame, the glass is broken and the picture is starting to fray at the edges. The picture is of Amanda and Tyler - they've spent the last 3 years together - they were the happiest couple to exist and I should know. I read about a lot of couples in books. Like a lot.

I get back into Amanda's room and hand mom's phone to her with a questioning look on my face as to see who she plans on calling.

"Dr. Fisher - this is Susan Johnson - I'm going to need to come see you as soon as you have an opening..."

"Yes sir it was very unplanned..."

"If it's all the same to you sir if rather not talk about this on the phone..."

"Thank you very much..."

"Yes sir... We'll be seeing you soon. Good day Dr. Fisher."

I recognize the name from somewhere, but can't place my finger from where.

"Claire," mom starts, "that was the autopsy specialist at the hospital I work with. We're going to find out what happened to Amanda."

At the sound of her name my heart jumps into my throat and I scream...

Just scream...

I don't scream Amanda's name like what's expected by fellow readers in the book community.

I don't scream "NO GOD WHY?!"

I just scream...

And somehow it feels right.

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