Today was the day, Today was the day she finally stopped fighting. It went on for months and the doctors did all they could, yet here I am in a blank hospital room, the only person I've ever loved lying on the bed almost as pale as the sheets that covered her. She was Dead. I couldn't believe it. The heart monitor that usually kept a steady beat quickly accelerated then stopped altogether. To say I lost it would be an understatement. I went ballistic, I screamed in agony ad my heart broke into a million pieces, tears streamed down my face. Soon nurses and doctors showed up and pushed me out of the room. One of the nurses escorted me to the waiting area. I paced around the room, going back and forth, continuously looking out the window hoping to distract myself. After what felt like hours, a grim faced Doctor entered the small room. "I'm sorry but we lost her." There were so many things I wanted to do at that very moment- scream, cry, punch something- then I felt empty, like there was a hole in my heart that only she could fill. Never have I felt so lost. I quickly began running. At first I had no idea where I was going but I eventually figured out my where I was. I was in the older side of the town, almost no one loved here anymore. I ran two more blocks and came to my secret place. It's the perfect place to get away from these memories that keep haunting me. I absent-mindedly climbed up the steps, my mind clouded by thoughts of her. When I got to the roof I picked the first song listed. The music was blasting into my ears and a few left over tests started to run down my face. Soon one thought circled around my brain. Why did it have to be her?
