Chapter 7.
I laid in my hospital bed expecting Trent to come back but he didn't. I watched the clock on the wall as it ticked away. Hours passed and I grew tired. I let sleep take over and drifted off into my own world.
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I woke up with the sunshine so bright in my eyes; I had to squint to stop it from hurting so much.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket; I reached for it and pulled it out. It was an unknown number ringing me. I hit the green answer button.
"Hello?" I asked in a questioning voice.
"Hello, Is this Emmalee Mitchell?" I got back.
"Yes, I am. Can I ask whose calling?" I replied.
"My names Christian Stall, I'm calling from the accident and emergency department of Royal Brisbane Hospital, Do you know a Trent Valentine? He said.
I immediately panicked.
" Yes I do. What happened? Please don't tell me he's hurt!" I replied back hurriedly.
"Well Miss Mitchell, I'm sorry to say but, Trent was in a car accident late last night He was flown to the Brisbane hospital, in a critical condition. He had been drink driving but, There was a letter found in his pants addressed to you." he said in a weird tone.
My heart sank. Please don't tell me he tried to kill himself. I began to cry. Letting the tears role down my face.
" Excuse me Mr Stall, was it? I'm so sorry but I don't care about the letter unless it is important, I will try and get to the hospital as soon as possible. I have to go. I'm sorry" and with that I hung up.
I laid back on the bed and cried.
Through my blurry eyes, I texted Jake.
" Jake, are you able to take me to the royal Brisbane hospital please. Emergency xx"
I closed my phone and whipped the tears away.
My phone vibrated again, Jake calling.
I automatically answered.
"Jake please just say yes" I said hurriedly.
" What's the big emergency Emmalee" he asked sarcastically.
"Trent's in a critical condition in Royal Brisbane Hospital. I need to get there now" I ask quietly.
"No Emmalee, Maybe it's good for him to be there, I'm not taking you anywhere. I have to go bye "and he hung up.
Urghh, fucking brother, I though to myself. I need to find a way to Trent.
Just as I was about to get up a nurse walked in.
" Good Morning Emmalee, How are you feeling?" she asked nicely.
"Urghh, No not a good morning. I am okay I suppose, Thanks for asking, and Yourself?" I replied.
"Awh, Well Today your getting released in like half an hour, Isn't that some good news! I am fine thank you, But I will be back for your next set of medication, your scripts to take and your paper work to sign" she said as she was walking out.
I didn't feel so good, I didn't care if I was allowed to go home or not I just wanted to go see if Trent was okay. I paced around my room thinking of a way to get to the hospital.
"I know! I'll catch a Taxi!" i said out allowed. I walked over to the closet and grabbed my bag and started putting all my things in it. The nurse walked back in as I was packing my bag.
"Your getting ready to leave quickly, aren't you?" She asked nervously.
"Yes, I really need to be somewhere right now, But I need to be discharged first I suppose" I said calmly.
"Yes very well then Miss. Here's your scripts, and I need you to sign there and there" She replied back.
I stuffed the scripts in my bag and signed the paper. She handed me to pills I had to take and nervously I swallowed them whole so I could get out of here already.
" You need to collect some things from the office with me Emmalee, Please follow me" the nurse said as she started to walk out the door. I nodded my head and followed her out of my room and around the corner to a circle shaped room full of people and computer's. The nurse pointed to the front window to collect my belongings through. I followed where she pointed and met her around there.
Just as I was about to reach for my jewellery, the front doors burst open with a guy strapped to the bed laughing hysterically. I couldn't quite see the face but they were covered in blood. As they came closer I saw it was Jake. My brother! What the hell had happened? I stared straight at the bed coming towards me. I dropped my bag and ran.
"I did! I did! "Jake yelled as he was laughing
I grabbed one of the paramedics arm's
" Excuse me! That's my brother what happened!"
The paramedic didn't have time to reply.
"Finally that Junkie is DEAD!" Jake yelled.
" Excuse me Miss, Mr Mitchell was found attacking a Mr Valentine, In the Brisbane hospital we restrained him but it was too late, Mr Valentine was dead" The paramedic replied in a stern tone.
The tears welled up in my eyes, I dropped to the floor. My while body ached and my heart felt like it just had ripped out.
THe paramedic looked down at me.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This can't be happening" I screamed to myself.
"Miss?
" Miss! Are you okay? Did you know Mr Valentine?" I heard
I looked up straight into someone's eyes.
I stood up as the tears where still flowing down my face.
I walked back over to the front counter and asked for my stuff. I could still hear my brother screaming, I killed Trent. I couldn't bear to hear his name especially from my brother's mouth. I walked out of the mental hospital to the nearest bus station. I waited and waited for what seemed like forever.
All I could think about was all the times I spent with Trent and the first and last time I would ever hear him say I love you.
By the time the bus came, I knew I couldn't go home. I decided to go to the one place that I would feel safe. I got to the front door of the house that I had become so accustom too. I went to open the door, but I kicked something and it rattled. I looked down to find a pair of keys. I looked over the keys for a minute or two and recognised one. It was the front door key to this house. There was a name tag it read Isabelle. The tears that I had managed to keep back while on the bus all came flooding back into my eyes. I put the key into the door and unlocked it. I dropped my bag on the floor. I turned my phone off and through it in my bag. I walked straight into his room and grabbed his favourite jumper out of the cupboard.
It still smelt like him. The smell that I loved and couldn't be without. I laid down on his bed and cried. I just cried. I kept crying for god knows how long. I couldn't sleep. I kept crying. My own brother killed the one person that I loved. And probably will ever love.
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I don't know how much time had past while I was just laying there crying. I felt like days even weeks. I decided to do the one thing I knew that would put me closer to Trent. The one place we both could be happy without anyone else.
I ran from his bedroom into the garage, I grabbed a chair and some rope. I couldn't live without him. I couldn't. I tied to rope around the ceiling beam, steps up on the chair and tied to rope around my neck.
I knew I couldn't do this without me freaking out. So I closed my eyes, whispered I love you and I kicked the chair out from under my legs.
The End.
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A/N So that's the end of this story. Comment if you think Emmalee really dies or not. And I might consider writing a little bit more (:
DarkDreamer xx
