Angel Next Door

Dead or Alive

Evan's POV:
"W-we need to call the a-ambulance." Even though I hear what she's saying, I can't bring myself to move. All I can do is stare at the horror scene before me.

Red. Everywhere I look I see red. So much red. Somewhere hidden in the red lays the body of my reason for existing.

"Evan c'mon, please. I need you stay with me. Please-yes this is Taissa Farmiga. I need an ambulance, sent to-"

I watch her mouth move as she relays information through her phone, but the words register as jumbles to my ears.

(Y/N), I need you. Come save me.

Taissa's POV:
"Yes someone will meet you out front."

Cramming my phone back in my pocket I gently touch Evan's shoulder; he doesn't even acknowledge me at this point.

"Evan? Can you hear me?" I sniffle, wiping my eyes. He doesn't budge, just sits stone still, eyes never leaving her mangled body.

I keep my eyes over his shoulder; I don't want to see her in this state anymore.

My eyes have other ideas though; they roam back towards the room that looks like it was ripped straight from the goriest slasher movie possible.

The roar of an engine pulling up followed by the slamming of car doors, diverts my attention towards the window. The commotion also manages to rouse Evan from his dazed state.

"Who is it?" He rasps.
"I-I don't know. Hold on let me-"
"Evan?! Evan are you here?!" A familiar woman's voice calls from downstairs.
"M-mom! Up here!"

Evan's mom pops around the corner with his dad hot on her heels. She pulls Evan into a bear hug then pulls back to examine his face.

"Evan honey, where is she? Where's (Y/N)?" At the mere mention of her name, Evan is overtaken by sobs so bad he can barely breath.

"Oh honey come on. Let's get you some fresh air." His mom and I begin leading him towards the door; we have just crossed into the hall when his dad's yell startles all three of us.

"She's still alive!"

Evan's POV:
Somehow I find the strength to make it into the bathroom to kneel at her side.

"How do you know?!" My voice sounds as if I've swallowed a handful of gravel. "Here, feel here." My dad guides my hand to her neck, "feel that?" I gasp slightly at the small throb.

Taissa stands watching in the doorway, "where the hell is the ambulance?!" As if on cue we hear sirens approaching.

"Evan sweetie, I love you but if you don't stop jiggling your foot I'm gonna tape it to the chair."
"Sorry, I'm just-"
"I know son, I know." Mom pats my knee while sipping her cup of tar that they are trying to pass off for coffee in this hospital.

My head flops over on Taissa's shoulder, "I can't get that god-awful image of her on the stretcher out of my mind."
Shutting my eyes I relive it again; the medics shoving their way in, them picking up her blood soaked body, holding her lifeless hand as the sirens of the ambulance screamed overhead; she looked like a marionette who'd just dropped off her strings.

"Mr. Peters?" I'm jerked back into now by a kind looking nurse saying my name.
"Yes?!" I spring from my seat like a Jack in the box.
"The woman you brought in-"
"My fiancé."
"Yes well, we were able to bring her back both times but now she-" suddenly I find myself back in the chair with Taissa's panicked face in my field of view.
"Evan breath." Nodding, I stumble back to my feet. "B-bring her back?"
"Yes I'm afraid she died twice on the operating table, but we managed to stabilize her after the second time. She will still need to be heavily monitored for the next 24 hours or more, but rest assured, she is alive."

The words "died twice" swim around in my head making me dizzy.

"Can he see her?" Taissa voices my thoughts aloud.
"Yes. Follow me." Nice Nurse heads down the hall to her left, I trail after her, without thinking I pull Taissa along with me.

"Here is where I'll leave you." With a final smile she heads for another room.

"Taissa I....I don't know if I can go in there."
"It's ok Evan I'm here with you. We will go in when you're ready."

With a quick nod she opens the door, I release a breath I wasn't aware I was holding as we step inside the room.

The first thing I register is the steady beep beep of the heart monitor, the second thing is the damage done.

"Holy shit!" Taissa whispers beside me, "Evan can you handle this?"

The 'this' that she is referring to, are the cuts mixed with bruises that decorate (Y/N)'s face and arms, her right eye is a swollen bruise as if she was punched in the face, god knows what her sheet-covered lower half looks like.

I run my fingers through her hair, jerking my hand away when something pierces the tip of my finger.

"Fuck!"
"What happened?"
"Something in her hair stabbed me." Taissa inspects the wound then (Y/N)'s hair, gently pulling a small sliver of glass from the strands. "How did glass get in her hair?" Our eyes shoot to each other's in realization at the same time; the glass from the sliding door, she went through it.

"Alex is dead when I find him. He is going to pay for th-" I'm cut off by my phones text alert.

Digging my phone from my back pocket I see a number I don't recognize has sent me a video message.

I swipe open the message.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you like this chapter! I'll try to have another one up soon. :)