Found (Sequal to Hidden)

Diana

----Harry's Point of View----

"She didn't make it." That's all the goddamn nurse has to say. No fucking sorry or even an attempt to soften the disgusting words leaving her mouth.

I don't remember much of what happens next. One second I am standing near the double doors of the ER entrance and the next I am pinned down on the floor by Liam and Zayn. My fists are swollen and bloody. The glass from the vending machine is scattered across the floor and a lamp lay near the bathroom, halfway across the room from where it was originally placed.

"Harry, mate, calm down." Liam's hands pin mine above my head, brown eyes staring into my own.

"Let me go." I growl. Liam and Zayn hesitate and then let go when I repeat. "Fucking let go of me."

I am released and helped to my feet. I can barely think straight and the only thing running through my head are words that don't belong in the same sentence.

Abigail.

Dead.

My Abigail.

Gone.

Dead.

Everything was going so well. Why the hell did that fucker have to go and screw it all up? She didn't deserve this. My thumbs skim over my bloody knuckles and I know I have to put myself far away from this place before I lose it again. But I can't leave her here. Not here on a cold slab of metal under the harsh lights that dim the glow of her perfect skin. I have seen too many crime shows to know that's what's going to happen. Just picturing it disgusts me.