Part 2: Chapter 17

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Maryse's POV

"How could she do this?!" I practically yell at Emilio.

His police cruiser is a little stuffy, so I roll the window down, the minute I do, my lungs set on fire.

I can't breathe and I start to shake uncontrollably, the world turning black.

My body's limp and I can't move, or cry out.

"Maryse!" I hear Emilio cry out, as the tires screech and the car lurches to a stop as it hits something hard, making my body zoom forward, the seat belt strangling my body.

I taste the blood in my mouth the second the car stops.

I can feel the seat belt, crushing my only oxygen, I feel like I probably have a couple of broken ribs.

I can't breathe, and I'm choking on my own blood, as the world fades into nothingness.

Emilio POV

I groan as I finally come to.

My head, it feels like it's about to explode.

I open my eyes, only to see I'm in a brightly lit, white room, a nurse is at my side.

"Hey there, how'r you feeling," says a middle aged, brunnete nurse.

"Uh," I grunt, as a pang of sudden realization dawns on me.

"Maryse!" I yell.

"Where is she!?" I ask the nurse urgently.

"Your friend, the one in the car with you, she's in surgery," she says somberly.

"Is she okay?" I ask, while trying to get up.

"Well she's hanging on, not looking too good," she says, while carefully pushing my body back, making me lay down on the hospital stretcher again.

God, if your up there, please... please, help Maryse....please, I love her. I pray, hoping, with all of my heart, that my prayer is heard.

Allison POV

I make it down the stairs, and the moment I'm in the school's grey hallway, blue lockers lining the walls, I'm surrounded by officers.

"Are you okay," asks one of them, a woman I think, I'm not really paying attention, all I want to do is get to my family.

I nod and say," I want to see my sister,"the words escape my mouth just like that.

The officer nods, and takes me outside.

A huge crowd, of about a hundred or so people, is waiting for me.

Reporters begin to surround me," What was that bright light" one of them asks.

I don't care, they can wait, I need to see my family.

There, in between the reporters, I see them, satnding a little ways off.

I nudge my way through the crowd and walk up to them.

"Hi," is all I say, before my mom and dad approach me, and rapidly start hugging me, they cry and embrace me, I feel ....loved.

As they finally break away, I see her.

My sister, a curious, but loving look in her eyes.

I approach her, carefully, not knowing what to say, she pulls me into a hug, a very comforting hug, like two pieces to a puzzle, fitting perfectly.

My other half, I think, as I smile into her hair.

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