Now You See Me... Now You Don't... ✔(Editing)

Chapter 55| It All Comes Down To This

Last CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for not telling, it's a SURPRISE! So after this there's an Epilogue, but just wait! ...Ya, that's it, ok enjoy! Actually you won't, this chapter is a game changer. You'll hate me. I'm going to do something that wasn't expected, but it had to happen.

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~Kayla's P.O.V.~

As I'm about to go call Will, asking him where he's been, I see a piece of paper on the dresser, which I don't remember seeing. I turn it over to see the writing is addressed to me. So I plunk down on the bed, reading the letter.

Dear Kayla,

I don't even know how to start this letter. The reason I'm not telling you this in person is because I'm too ashamed to even look at you. I'm a stupid person to think that you're even going to consider this. Well, I'm just going to say it; I'm so sorry. I'm so dumb for what I said to you the other day. I was mad and I just... exploded. I want us to talk again. For the past few weeks, I've been really annoyed at myself. I swear I hate myself for what I did. Please try to forgive me...

Zack.

I sort of melted on the bed right there, right then. Of course I forgive him! It still hurt, because I knew what he said was true; what people say when they're mad is actually what they mean, but I know the feeling. I've burst before.

I rush out of the room, immediately spotting him when I get to the cafeteria. I run over and melt in his arms. He tenses at first, but seems to get it soon, and his muscles relax. We pull away.

" I'm glad you've forgiven me."

I decide to play with him. " Who said I've forgiven you?"

His eyes widen, but I start to laugh, and he lets out a breath. " I'm just kidding, you know I love you Zacky." I joke and he smiles, deciding to play along.

" I love you too, Shortcake." He jokes back, and I giggle as I squish his cheeks.

" Aw, look at them!" Isla nudges Valerie, and everyone's attention is drawn towards us.

I glare playfully, " Shut up."

We sit down, talking and laughing, until I remember what I was meant to say.

" Have any of you guys seen Will?"

Melissa looks up. " No. Is there something wrong?"

" It's just that I haven't seen him for a while."

I haven't eaten in a few days, and what I did eat those few days ago was an apple. I honestly don't think of food as something I like anymore. Neither is sleep, which was something I craved before, but now it seems to only bring horrible nightmares.

I stand up and walk to the counter, grabbing a water bottle and sitting back down. It's been hard to cope; with the beatings, Cole, my insomnia and eating disorders.

I come back to reality when my phone vibrates profusely in my pocket, telling me that someone is calling. Isla tells me that I should answer before the person on the other side destroys me for answering so late, which I laugh at, then look at the caller.

Will.

I answer. " Hey Will! What's up? Where've you--?"

" Kayla, you need to get down to the hospital. Now."

I feel my hands get clammy. " What... what for?"

" Just get here as fast as you can, please. You'll see when you get here... I need you." His voice cracks, and I begin to worry.

Will never cries.

" Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. It's ok." I try to convince myself as much as I try to convince him.

" M-meet me in on the third floor. As son as you get you get out of the elevator, I'll be there." There's some shuffling on the other side, then a strange beeping sound.

" I need to go." And with that, the call ends. My face scrunches up in confusion.

" I'm going to leave, guys."

" Where--"

I cut Isla off. " Not now, Isla. I'll see you... later." I rush out into the parking lot, climbing into my car before speeding off.

My thoughts start to stray. What if Will's hurt? What if something happened to him? I find my eyes starting to water at the thought, but I push them back. That's it, Kayla. You need to show him you care; it all comes down to this.

I pull up in front of the hospital, and once I walk in, it seems oddly quiet. Nurses are looking mournful and there's a frustrated doctor walking across the hall. I wipe my eyes to check for any excess tears. The elevator door opens, and I walk in, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants.

And that's when the elevator decides to jam.

" Oh, come on!"

The lights go out, and my eyes slowly concentrate in the dark. I hold out my palms, trying to power it up with my energy, and after a few tries, I'm going up again.

There's a ding sound, and I look up to see a red pixilated '3' on the screen. The nervousness I felt before is nothing compared to what I feel now.

People always say that it's on how much you worry that shows how much you care. And right now, let me tell you, I'm drowning in my own sweat. No sarcasm intended (surprisingly).

The metal doors slowly peel open, and I walk out, once more wiping my eyes before looking up to see a teary-eyed Will. Thank god he's ok! But then it occurs to me. Oh my...

I move my head to look at the room behind William, and all I see is white. A white sheet over the body in the room; disconnected IVs, an empty room, and most terrifying of all, a black screen, with a single red line running through it. Then there's the sign on the door.

Cole Prior.

" No." My strong demeanor shatters, and it feels like my heart being crushed. My whole world starts to fall apart at that moment, when Will slowly and weakly nods his head. My throat constricts.

I start walking towards him, every step I take seeming to slam the reality of the situation on me. " No, Will, no, Will," My voice keeps getting higher pitched as I feel my eyes blur. I take a shaky breath. " If this is some king of sick joke, you better tell, you better tell me." I'm in front of him now, and he shakes his head.

" I'm sorry."

My throat goes dry, and my voice is unstable as I choke on a sob. " How? He was good! He--" A sob escapes my throat and I'm pulled into a solid chest. I try to push Will away, but I give up when I feel all my remaining strength leave me, and pull at his shirt.

" What happened?! What happened?!" I repeat the phrase twice, all sense of sanity lost. I've never felt so broken in my life. And the last thing I told him was that he had to earn my trust. We weren't on good terms! "What--" My throat closes up completely as I whimper, Will pulling me in closer. My whole being is breaking, physically and emotionally. Everything is just gone. Everything.

I cry and cry, the whole while there's one thought running through my head.

It's all my fault.

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I cried writing this chapter.

No words.

-Lena