On Our Own

The Hospital Again

*Layla's POV*

"Dylan?"

"Yes sweet cheeks. You can't run from me. I don't see your little body guard with you. Aw did he hurt little Layla?" He said mockingly. He started walking closer to me. I backed up with every move he made.

"H-How?"

"Aw I didn't get hurt to bad. Just a busted lip. But its fine now. But what about you. I never got to finish talking last time."

"L-Leave me alone!" I was breathing hard. my heart was pounding.

"Oh Layla, Layla, Layla, you are so funny. You ran out on me last two times I tried talking to you. There isn't anywhere else for you to go this time." I was in the kitchen and he was slowly coming towards me. He stopped at the big block of knives. "I have used this before. So what should I use this time?"

"N-NO! P-Please." He was going to hurt me. Nobody was there to help me.

"Well sense your not answering. I guess I will use this." He grabbed the biggest knife in the block and looked at it. "This shall do I guess." I ran. I didn't know where I needed to go but I ran and went to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and I grabbed my phone. I dialed a number.

Please answer. Please. I got voice mail. Great. I called again.

"Hello?" I heard his voice.

"Harry." He was beating the door. I saw the knife go through the door. I screamed. "Go Away!" I screamed at the door.

"Layla? What's wrong?!"

He had broken the door down and was standing in front of me.

"Help."

*Harry's POV*

"layla? What's wrong?!" What was happening?

"Help." Was all she said. I heard a scream. And the phone went silent. I left. I just got up and ran to her house.

I finally got there and I was out of breath. I couldn't stop now. I went in the door and nobody was there. "Hello?" I yelled. I went to the bed room and I didn't see anything. "Layla?" I still didn't hear anything.

I went to the bathroom. There she was. Laying there. I was in shock. I knelled down and looked at her. I grabbed my phone and called 911.

"Hello?"

"Hey um. A girl has been stabbed. I need an ambulance right away. I don't know the address."

"Okay sir we have people on there way just hang tight."

I touched her face and rubbed her cheeks. I started crying. What have I done? This is all my fault. What if she was dead? She couldn't be. I sat with her. I heard the ambulance pull up and men walked in and took us both to the hospital.

...

"Sir. Is she alive?" I asked the doctor.

"Barely. Now what happened?"

"Well we were together and she went home. Said she had some studying to do. About 20 minutes later she called and I heard screaming. She said help and she was screaming to the person there, The phone cut off after that and I went to go get her she was laying there on the floor." I whipped my eyes.

"Okay thank you. You may see her now."

I just ran in her room. "Layla. I am so sorry Layla." I knelled down at her bed and was crying. All that I could hear was the pumping she had on her body she had cords everywhere.

The girl I loved had been stabbed. I let her go and someone stabbed her.

"Layla. stay with me. Please don't leave. I can't go without you. Please. I'm so sorry I let who ever do this to you do it. Its all my fault." Then it hit me.

Dylan.

(A/N i came to a conclusion that i wont update tomorrow so i updated again. Comment what you think will happen! ahh

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