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NINETEEN | SILENCE

Again: :(

I made myself sad writing this chapter for some reason :(

You Were Never Gone by Hannah Ellis

BEX

I opened the doors to the mental facility, taking in the smell of hospital. It always had that smell I hated. I was only ever in the hospital once, and that was after the night I found out that Chris was a killer, and she turned me into one.

It had been a month since Chris saw Allison get chopped in front of her, while she couldn't do anything about it. She spent this month in a mental facility, with all hopes that she could get better.

I remember that night like it was yesterday. I came pulling up to the barn, seeing nothing but those red lights flashing. The only thing I could see was Chris being loaded into the ambulance, and that was the last time I've seen her.

I finally get to take her back home today, after not seeing her since that night. I couldn't sleep, or eat. I was too worried about her.

I didn't realize how much I had missed her until I saw her being brought out in a wheelchair, a nurse behind it with a wide smile on her face. I felt tears brim in my eyes. I missed her so much.

She didn't seem to notice me, as her still shocked gaze was on the floor. The nurse parked the wheelchair in front of Carlson and I, and I let out a laugh of joy.

"Hey, baby," I whispered, getting on my knees to face her. She moved very slowly and cautiously, finally staring into my eyes. It took her a while to do anything, and the only thing that was happening was tears. She didn't say anything, I don't even think she could, but tears were silently falling out of her eyes as she did everything in her power to try to smile or say something.

"I hate to say it, but, the situation really messed with her brain. We don't know if or when she will go back to normal," the nurse said, sadness on her face. "W—what do you mean?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"She will be paranoid, seeing things and hearing things. She won't be the way she was for a while. I'm sorry."

With that, Chris tried to hold her arms out, and I noticed what she wanted. I wrapped my arms around her, sinking my face into her neck as she cried. "S—she's g—one," Chris forced out, with more tears falling.

"I know, I know." She was broken. She looked like she'd been crying for days and not sleeping. That night, the doctors said she was so fucked up that they had no choice but to put her in this mental hospital until she got better. There was no better. She witnessed her best friend get chopped in front of her. There won't be a better. There will just have to be scars and slow recovery.

"Come on hun," the nurse urged, helping Chris up. Chris stood up, and I could tell she didn't want to be part of the world anymore. "B—" she tried, and I gently grabbed her as soon as she mumbled.

"Thank you, really," Carlson smiled, and we helped Chris to the car outside, waving the nurses goodbye. This is it, she's finally coming home.

She got in the front seat, while Carlson headed over to her car. I got in the car, practically slamming the door shut.

Chris looked over to me, her eyes filled with fear, sorrow, and yet I could still see the psychotic in those beautiful eyes. She was only going to be crazier now, which was amazing.

Spending a month without her drove me insane, I missed her. That's when Chris gave in. She broke out into a fit of sobs, cupping her face as her tears streamed through them. I had to tell her that I went crazy while she was gone and killed an entire family. I didn't give a shit, she wouldn't either.

We were both slowly falling apart and nothing was going to bring us back together again. This love was taking control of us, yet I wouldn't change a thing. I love her too much.

"Chris—"

"I could have saved her," she interrupted me in a low voice, she was barely speaking. "He put her death on a silver platter and handed it to me. I could have saved her if I had just payed attention."

I hadn't even noticed I pulled into the driveway, and Chris flung open the car door. I hopped out quickly, meeting her at the door of the car to help her get out.

I grabbed her hand, holding onto her hip as she jumped out of the truck. I held her close to me, and our faces were close to each other.

"Let's get inside," I whispered, holding her close to me as we walked inside. She began to silently sob again as we entered the bedroom, and she sat herself on the bed. "She keeps showing up. She keeps whispering in my head, I can't escape," she cried loudly.

Her face was dry, yet wet from all the tears she shed. I laid her down and tucked her in bed, getting in next to her slowly so I didn't alarm her.

She rolled onto her side, draping her hand around my body and holding me like it was the last time she'd hold me. I wrapped my arms around her small, fragile body, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I thought I was never going to see you again," she admitted. The fact that she lived thinking that saddened me. "I would never leave you. Ever," I promised her.

I truly wouldn't ever leave her. I loved her so much, and it was like I was in some love trance. She nuzzled her head in my chest, not saying another word. She sniffled a few times, wiping her tears on my shirt.

I closed my eyes, letting the room be filled with complete silence as we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Chris will never escape the trauma she saw with Allison

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