'Goodbye..'

Chapter one

It's been several minutes and I'm still reading the words Lucy had written for me. The last words she ever intended to write. I was sat outside of Room 37 of LakeWood Hospital in Wolverhampton. Mrs Koray is pacing back and forth in the waiting room, holding back sobs. Mr Koray, on the other hand, is sitting on a black plastic chair next to me staring blankly at the pale pink wall in the childrens ward. Lana was asleep in Kyle's lap. It was obvious he was in pain. Lana was oblivious as to what was going on.

Dr Norah walked out and myself and Mr Koray stood up, he shuffled over to his. She held her hand out and once he grasped it, she gave it a light squeeze. Kyle was looking up in determination, needing to know if his sister was going to be okay. 

"Mr and Mrs Koray, I am afraid I have bad news. Your daughter had lost too much blood before we could save her. I'm sorry for your loss." Dr Norah uttered.

At that moment I could physically feel my world shattering. I felt numb, my legs gave way and I collapsed on to the marble floor of the hospital. My throat began to tighten and everything became extremely blurry. I could faintly hear Mrs Koray shrieking and Mr Koray trying to calm her, when he couldn't even keep calm himself. I couln't keep in any sobs and I screamed in anger. Why wasn't I there to stop this?! I could've helped her.

I wasn't stable to be alone tonight, so Kyle offered to stay with me as my parents were out of town. They didn't answer when I called whilst I was rushing to the hospital in the ambulance, so they're still unfamiliar with the situation that went on tonight. The hospital called a taxi for us, as my phone was in pieces all over the ground of hallway 19 and Kyle forgot to bring his. We bed a silent farewell to Mr and Mrs Koray and waited outside of the hospital in a uncomfortable silence.

But what were we supposed to say? We just found out that Lucy had lost her life. It's not easy to start a conversation after that. The taxi pulled up in the pick up zone and we climbed in.

"64 Queens Street?" The man asked.

I nodded, not trusting my own voice at the moment. I had stopped crying but I still felt numb. Another 18 minutes of silence passed and we finally made it to my house. Kyle paid the driver and we stumbled into the house. Finally, I spoke up.

"Hungry?"

"Yeah a little" Kyle shakily replied.

"Pizza?"

Kyle again nodded, a small smile of appreciation on his face.

I called FoodStop and ordered 2 medium Cheese Stuffed Crust pizzas with a large chips and two cans of Pepsi.

An hour later, the food arrives. We both had a shower and we're in joggers and a shirt. I let Kyle borrow some clothes. It was 1am and Kyle and I were sat eating Pizza and watching a re-run of How I Met Your Mother.

Once we finished, we put the boxes in the recycling and the cans in the Tin Box. I pulled out the double sofa bed while Kyle grabbed blankets and pillows from the airing cupboard. We lay down, both staring at the ceiling, not being able to sleep.

"I miss her." Kyle whispered, startling me a little.

"Me too, and it's only been like, what? Twelve hours? I still haven't come to terms with

the fact that shes gone for good." I responded, again, tearing up.

How could someone do this?! How could someone make her feel this low that she thought it was appropriate to commit suicide?!

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