You Scared?

Chapter 17: Losing Hope.

*Andrew's POV*

We all sat around the bed in the middle of the room. All, 2 of us. Chase had his head in his hands. Cursing slightly to himself. 

Me? Well, I just sat, and stared. It seemed like whatever happened in that room before, had completely escaped my mind. It was like I had just walked in to a random person's hospital room. But I knew that this was no where near to any random person. That girl lying on the bed, was, someone I knew and deeply cared for, even if not for a long amount of time. Time seemed like it didn't matter anymore. 

Getting out of my seat I turned my attention to Chase.

"Call me if she wakes up." I said. His eye peaked though his covered face. Nodding he looked at me with understanding.

I nodded back at him before turning towards the door. 

There were doctors rushing around in white. All white. Everything was white. I'm starting to hate that color. 

I walked to the doors to go outside. They were relatively close, only a few halls away. 

The sun blazed down on my face. Looking around, I found a small bench with no one on it. Smiling slightly to myself I headed toward the empty bench. 

"So what are you going to do now?" 

Turning to my right, I gasped. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The lady laughed and looked at me with soft green eyes. "Sweetie only you can answer that." 

Biting my lip, I sighed "I knew you were not real.." 

She sat with her leg on top of the another, leaning back on the seat and hands on her lap in a relaxed position. Sighing deeply she shifted slightly in her seat. "It does not matter if I'm real or not, I'm here anyways."

I crossed my arms and slouched slightly. "I don't need you, I'm fine, just leave me alone."

She smiled at me, "Honey, no matter how hard I try, I would never be able to leave."

Rolling my eyes I looked away from her. She left, there was no reason for her to come back.

"I don't blame you." She said quietly looking down at her lap.

"Well, I know a few people who do." I said playing with my fingers, still facing the opposite direction. 

"We all die Andrew, my time just came earlier then most and I, or anyone else, can't blame you for that."

"Why are you trying to make me feel better? It was your fault!" I screamed, turning around quickly from at her. "What would you do in my situation? huh? You made any choice and it was the wrong one, there was no way out." 

Se nodded sadly. "I know, Trevor shouldn't blame you for something that you couldn't do." 

"Fucking right." I whispered to myself. 

"But you should be trying to make him see the reasons behind what you did." She continued. 

"I've tried." 

"Clearly not enough, since you're out here, talking with your conscience and not actually making it right."

I got up from my position and walked away from the bench. "I don't need this right now."

"Then why am I here Andrew? I'm not real, you and me both know this." 

"I need guidance, not you."

"And why not me Andrew? What have I ever done to you? I got sick! It was nothing I could control! Nothing anyone could control" She also stood and glared at me furiously. Her blonde hair whipped around her face with the wind.