Brandon:
I walk into Brooke's room and frown. She looks so helpless and in pain it breaks my heart. What am I supposed to do? A best friend is meant to protect his/her best friend. Not find them nearly face to face with death, breathing on each other's necks. I sit down near her head. I reach for her hand and hold it, rubbing her knuckles with my thumb. "Hold on for me okay? I know your not doing well but don't let go. We all need you here. Hell, even Hunter needs you, he needs you the most out of all us. Wake up soon okay love? I need to go home tonight, but I'll be back after school tomorrow. I hope you'll be awake by then." I spoke softly to her, tears filling my eyes once again. I kissed her forehead and walked out. I began heading home. I know it's only been a day, but she is in a critical condition. She's in a coma, but has a high risk of passing away during this first week. Im going to tell the secretary to make a special thing for her.
Brooke:
"Hold on for me okay? I know your not doing well but don't let go. We all need you here. Hell, even Hunter needs you, he needs you the most out of all us. Wake up soon okay love? I need to go home tonight, but I'll be back after school tomorrow. I hope you'll be awake by then." A sweet familiar voice rang. It was Brandon. What a sweet boy. I can't move, or see. I can only hear. I'm stuck. What did I do to get into this position?
Hunter:
I walked into first period as the announcements came on. "Good morning students. What a beautiful Wednesday for school." Everyone groaned but the announcements continued. "As we all have discovered, Brooklyn Franz has been hospitalized since Monday night, and is in critical condition- ahh, poor girl---she is in a coma. We will be signing a gigantic get better banner lead by Brandon Rowland or you can leave presents in her locker that has been temporarily cleared and open available for personal get wells and gifts. This is the end of the announcements. Please continue your class and fight on Phoenix Blue Devils!"
My heart felt like it exploded into billions of pieces. She's close to dying, she's close to never waking up and it's all my fault.
Everyone muttered things like "poor girl."
"Why is it always the kindest ones?"
"I'm pretty sure she still looks gorgeous in that state." Some boy said and I glared at him.
"Served her right. That bitch thinks she can be the ex-girlfriend to my man! I think not! I hope she dies, she never did any good." An all to familiar voice said with a tone of victory. I turned to see my girlfriend Hannah. I glared at her "and what good have you done? Sleeping with other guys while dating me isn't any good yet that's all you can do. We're over." I retaliated with anger towards her and everyone ooohhhhed. This is all my fault. Brooke wouldn't be in this condition if it wasn't my fault. I feel like I train wreck, I can only imagine how Brooke feels.
Clearly not edited but I'm tired and it's 2 updates tonight for you guys, just because your awesome. :)
