Until The Very End

Chapter 11

Blake's POV

I woke up feeling something heavy on my chest. I looked down and saw Victoria laying on me.

What the f*ck happened yesterday?

I layed there for a few minutes until I remembered some things like going to a party and then meet this girl and oh yeah seems like I slept with her.

I pushed her away from me letting her roll over to the other side of the bed and stood up grabbing my clothes. I then realised that I never left the party.

I put on my boxer shorts and also my jeans and left the room while putting on my t-shirt. When I went downstairs I saw some people laying on that floor, some were even laying on the uncomfortable stairs. The house was such a mess. Red cups everywhere. Bottles here and there.

I didn't wanted to clean up everything with them later so I went to my bike and drove to my house. It was like 5 a.m so the street were deserted.

When I arrived I immediately heard my mom.

Here we go again.

"BLAKE ANDREW ANDERSON! WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?!" my mom yelled.

"Sorry, I fell asleep at the party." I said simply.

"You could have called! I was so worried when you didn't came back home!"

"What's the big deal? It's not like it's my first time not coming home." I said sternly and was about to go to my room when I heard her saying something.

"Ever since Elizabeth left, you changed so much..." she said in a quiet voice and sighed before she went back to the kitchen.

I went to my room and slammed the door shut. I tried to held my anger but I couldn't help it but punch the wall. I felt a light pain on my knuckles and something warm dripping from it but I ignored it. The wall had now a hole in it with some of my blood. I let out a frustrating sigh and sat down on my bed holding my head with my hands.

"Everything would be okay if only SHE didn't came back!" I shouted.

If only she stayed away from me...I wouldn't be in so much pain....

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Elizabeth's POV

After the conversation with Chase I just went for a walk. I didn't feel like attending any classes but I also didn't wanted to go home. I needed time to think.

I went to the park and took a seat on a bench under a tree protecting me from the sun.

I saw children playing around with a happy expression. They didn't had any problems in life yet.

Unlike me.

Chase promised me not to tell Blake or anyone. Saying that he was shocked was an understatement. Well I understand his reaction. It wouldn't be nice to hear that someone has only 2 years left to live. Even I cried when I was told about it. Well, it's normal, right?

My world was crashed into thousands of pieces when I heard that. I didn't eat or talk or anything. I was so upset about it that my body got weaker at that time.

I had to stay in hospital for nearly 1 month. I only layed in bed and slept. I always needed someone to help me if I wanted to take shower or had to pee because only standing up needed so much energy that my heart couldn't handle it. They had to force me to eat because of it I barely ate anything or more like nothing.

The only thing that helped to recover was Blake. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to say goodbye to him at least. I imagined it more easier than this.
Only thinking about him and how he always brought a smile on my face, cheered me up and cared for me was my motivation. That's why I'm still living until now. After 10 years of having this weak heart.
Miracle, right? That's what the doctors also said. When I first stayed in the hospital, they only gave me months to live but the only thing I kept thinking was seeing my precious childhood friend again. After I got better they only gave me 1 or 2 years and now 10 years passed.