Jared's POV
When I saw her lying there, dead, my mind switched off. I did not know what to do, where to go. I was terrified. Broken. Without her, I was nothing. No one. I just lost my source of happiness. I lost my will to live.
Every sound, every noise went silent. Every scream, the sirens of the ambulance, I could not hear it. I was standing in a soundproof bubble, and I could not get out.
I needed to get away from here. From life. Nothing ever went the way it should. Maybe life was not just for me.
I get it. God hates me. I am a depressed pierce of shit, and is not worth anything, but make my life miserable by killing another person. That is not fair. Sam did not deserve it.
As I made my way back to my apartment, I stopped. Why was I even running away. Sam was the love of my life, and she just died and I ran off. What a douche-bag I am. I needed to help get her away. Contact her family and friends. So I got back.
The ride in the ambulance was hard. She was just laying there. All cold and white. I needed to call Jensen. He needed to know.
When we arrived at the hospital, I called her parents to let them know what happened. I was shaking so bad. I felt so awful that I could not even cry. Jensen arrived shortly after i ended the call with her parents. He did not say anything, he just hugged me, and that was all I needed right there. No I am sorrys. No comforting words of how I need to stay strong. The only word he spoke was a short , muttered fuck.
My whole world was crumbling between my fingers.
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Forever Yours -Jared Padalecki-
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