Holly and her Sexy History Teacher (A Brantley Gilbert Fan Fiction)

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Brantley's Pov

The seconds turned into minutes, the minutes went to hours and the hours turned into days. The days went into weeks and now a month has went by with nothing? All the praying we was doing, all the meds, the doctors looked at her, nothing was working? All you do is sit? You sit and if you sit to long, you began to think what if, and if that hits you, you get pissed off. The more you think of the bad, the more you want to scream. What could that do? That won't do nothing for you. Believe me I've done it a few times. 

You look outside the window and you see that life is flying by, but all you do is sit? You sit and dream. The say that if you dream about something for a long time, and if you wish and think about doing it, you will end up doing whatever you dreamed was? If that is the case, all I want is my family to be here happy, healthy and a live. If that is what it will take, I'll never get mad, yell or scream again. All I want is my family to be here. I want to see my son and daughter playing with each other. I want to see my beautiful girlfriend, turn into my wife. I want us to live on the farm. I want everything to be okay. 

The music. I don't see where this is going to do any good, but at this rate I'll try anything? The doctors and nurses said that they music will help people who had trauma in their lives. I don't know if that is true, but when you have been here as long as I have, you will do anything? The room is bright so we can let the sun shine in. How can you sleep at all? How can you, when you know you will get up, but the love ones you have in here, will not? Sleep. What is sleep? Being in here, you do a lot of thinking? Thinking, that you should not be even thinking about? 

People come in and people leave? Some talk, some sing, and some just pray? They all want the best for you and the one you are so in love with to be okay. Some more for the good and some could care a little less about you and the one you are in love with. Hotness? You know when you are in a hospital, it's cold in there? Not when you have to be here for a long time. No. You began to get hot? 

Why? Why did this have to happened? Why wasn't you with the other person? Why couldn't you be the one laying in bed and not the one you are in love with. Mad? The madness of the quit begins and you hate it? Mad over the littlest things? You get mad at the doctors for not doing their jobs. You get mad when you have nurses that talk about the one you are in love with. Then, they try to hit on you? Mad, hate, love and forgiveness? You go through all of this while being in the hospital.  They say that its the circle of like. Babies are born and people die? how could they say that, about an 18 year old girl, who has her whole life ahead of her? People who are old, and sick die. Not a 18 year old girl. You can't do that? Parents are not suppose to bury their children. How could they do that with out going mad? I know I couldn't do it? 

Faith? What is someone's faith in their life? I'm not talking about what type of religion, I'm talking about someone's faith in this world. Why are they here? What road are they going down? We all have a faith in this life? It could be a farmer, that planets the farm land. It could be a teacher, to teach our children. It could be a social walker a doctor? All I've ever wanted was to find a great woman marry her, and have a family with her?  Holly, told me that she wanted to become a secretary more than anything, but the second she felt the babies more, she wanted nothing more than to become a stay at home mother? I would have lost my right arm to make that dream come true for my girl. I would have killed for her to be just that? There is nothing wrong with that job? A mother's work is never done. 

I was sitting in the hospital room looking at Holly? Watching all of the machines keep her alive. Watching everything around me pass me by? You can't look away. And if you look away all you do is cry? You cry when someone tells you it's going to be okay. You cry when a song comes on, that you know means a lot to you. You can't just stop. All you do is cry.