"I'm sorry, she's dead." The words resonated through my mind.
All I could think about were those words. Who knows when was the last time I didn't have tear stains on my face, or when I had last eaten, or even gotten out of bed for that matter.
Seemingly for an eternity, I had been lying in our bed crying my eyes out. Nobody dared to come inside; they knew how fragile I had become and probably didn't want to deal with it.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." Those were the words that ruined my life. There was still a little sliver of hope to make things better before the doctor uttered out those words.
Never again would I be able to hear her beautiful voice as she calls me Lolo. Never again would I be able to look into those big brown eyes. Never again would I be able to hold her and tell her how much she means to me. Never again would I be able to feel her soft lips on mine. Never again would I feel her love.
Promises were never easy to keep, but I never knew that the one she made me would ever be broken. She promised me to always love me no matter and to never leave me no matter what.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." The words cut through me like a knife, leaving me to slowly bleed to death.
Her death was my all my fault. I had made such a stupid mistake. I hadn't known that texting my ex Keaton because I felt bad for him would lead to everything that had happened.
Keaton still liked me, and I knew that, but I didn't care. He said sweet things and I said some sweet things back, but he was going through a hard time at home and thought that maybe our texts would cheer him up and make him smile. He deserved to be happy after all.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." Those words kept echoing in my mind.
"Lauren, I don't understand. I thought you loved me. I thought you didn't like him and that you actually cared about me," she told me the day she found my texts with him as I drove home. "I love you so much Camz, just let me explain," I started, yet was interrupted by, "Don't make up some stupid lies. When I needed you most, where were you? Oh right, texting Keaton, not helping the one who loves you and has stood by you since day one. Just go be with him, but don't come crawling back to me when he breaks your heart again." Before I could answer, I drove right into a tree because I had too many tears in my eyes to see the road.
The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed. There were X-Rays on screens showing no broken bones. The realization that she wasn't in the room with me set in as the doctor came in the room with a sympathetic look on his face, giving me a sign of what was coming next.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." The words were taunting me now. I had to do something.
I got up from my bed, the first time since I got home from the hospital. My legs felt wobbly with every step I took, but I didn't care as I went in one of my drawers and pulled out a nice big blade.
She made me promise once not to cut anymore, but she also promised to be with me forever. If she could break her promises, then I could break mine.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." The words couldn't get out of my head.
Every stroke of the cold blade to my skin used to make me feel better. Watching the blood pour out always made me feel better. Not anymore, though.
My feelings of missing her were only being amplified with every stroke. I knew she wasn't going to accidentally walk in the room and take the blade away from me and be there for me all night like the first time that happened.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." The words finally did something useful.
Quickly, I jumped out the bedroom window and ran. I ran and I ran until I reached the high bridge near my house. Looking below me, I knew what I had to do. It was the only way.
"Finally, we can be together again," I whisper as I muster up the courage to throw myself over the edge. As I'm falling, the only words that escape my lips are, "I'm coming for you Camz."
** idk how I came up with this, I just kinda did, so lemme know what u think!
