Burned Intentions

The Massacre

JESSE'S POV

Her heart rate deteriorates. As she slowly fades away.

No Skylar! You can't say goodbye yet! Please don't say goodbye yet! My legs buckle as I fall to the side of her bed.

The monitor screams even louder voicing the aching feeling that's taking over my body. The doctor's and nurses storm in and one nurse pulls me away.

No! I'm not leaving her. She can't leave me. She needs me. I scream. I look up at Skylar. Do you hear that Skylar! I'm here and I intend on loving you till my dying breath. It's not your time yet!

Sir I'm sorry you can't be here. She whispers to me.

Get me a crash cart! The doctor in the background shouts.

I stand up and let her take me out of the room. Each step further and further away from her. I get to the nearest chair and fall against it. My thoughts racing at all the possibilities of her death. How she'll never be. How she'll never scrunch up her nose like she does when she smells something funny, how she'll never stand on her toes and press her lips against mine. How I might not ever hear her say I love you again.

I place my hands against my face. Trying to calm my mind to stop thinking about her being dead. She'll make it. She's a fighter, she's been through alot.

Sir. I look up at the nurse.

I stand up and walk to her room but the nurse stops me.

I'm sorry but you can't go in there.

Why the hell not! I say, my voice louder than anticipated.

You aren't family. Now can you please refer me to- sir come back here!

I run past her and into Skylar's room. Expecting her smile to radiate through the room and hit me with it's beauty. The doctor who was here a few minutes ago looks up at me and a grim expression takes over her face and I know what that means. My eyes travel down to the blanket over her face and her stillness taunts me.

I run out of the room before the realisation can paralyse me. I push through the doors and the storm beats against my skin. I walk in the rain towards my car and the lightning flashes through the parking area as I got into my car. I turn the keys and speed the car out of the parking spot.

The lights flash against my eyes. I'm trying to keep my mind clear. I'm trying not to think about her. About how I'll never see her again. No. I'm still thinking about her.

Just know I love you.

I hit the breaks and the pain takes over my body. The tears falling against the steering wheel. I grip the wheel trying to stop the tears, but the image of her smiling at me fills my mind, how there's a little crease between her eyes everytime she's trying to figure something out or how when she thinks she bites on her lower lip. My mind starts filling up with all the memories of her. Her eyes, the curve of her lips. How her eyes change colours so I always knew her mood.

The tears fall freely. I hug the steering wheel trying to find comfort. Trying to close the whole that seems to be building up in my chest. The aching feeling of how every minute she falls further and further away from existence.

I sit back and my eyes focus on where I stopped.
Let Newton be. She said to me.

I get out of the car the storm still in the air. I run through the gate and in through the door. The front desk is empty thankfully. I run straight to her room before I get caught and barge through. Every is still as we had left it. It's like all the moments were still playing around. I can still smell her scent and how she'd sit with her legs crossed on her bed or her sitting by the couch looking out the window. I walk to her cupboard searching for the letter and I find nothing. I look through the cabinets and shelfs and come up with nothing. I sit on the couch, trying to figure out where she'd put it.