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TWENTY EIGHT | HOLD ON

The end is near friends :( but don't worry, second book titled: anarchy is going to fly your way when this is done ;)

Hold On For Your Life by Sam Tinnesz

BEX

"Female, 21 years old, car accident," the woman was yelling orders and information about Chris to other nurses and doctors as they wheeled her through the hospital hallways on a gurney, she was barely hanging on.

I watched as her head involuntarily flopped left and right as we twisted through the hallways, Damon and that Sena chick and Hope were trailing behind. I kept my tears in, but Damon wasn't doing too well with that. He was sobbing in his shirt, Hope only being there to make him feel better.

They finally reached the room, but of course they didn't let any of us in. I silently begged in my head for her to be okay, but the only information I knew was that she didn't have much a chance of living.

I broke down then and there. Tears were streaming down my face as I clutched my hands to the sides of my head, sliding to my knees and running my hands down my face, screaming and sobbing loudly. I didn't care who heard me. If Chris dies, so will I. There is no going on. There wouldn't be smiles, there wouldn't me happiness. There would be nothing but insanity.

My phone buzzed, but I ignored it and continued to break down in front of everyone. After a few minutes, I checked my phone to see who was messaging me.

It was from the unknown number, and I immediately jumped up and clenched my jaw so hard, I could break my teeth.

Hey, Bexy. Now that Chris is holding on by a string, you'll be too weak to notice what will be coming up next. You won't ever be prepared.

I quickly sent a text back, typing as fast as I could.

You fucking psycho. I'm going to fucking find out who you are and I'm going to make sure your death is brutal.

Don't be bitter, Bexy. Chris wouldn't want a bitter girlfriend that hides things from her. Now, personally, I never meant for this to happen, but shit happens.

I'm going to snap your neck.

Now, now, Bexy. Let's not get mean. Or I'll sneak into Chris's room at night and pull the plug on that life support. That is, if she survives.

I stopped replying in complete anger, going back to pacing around the hospital hallway. A woman came out covered in blood, a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry. We can't get a pulse. Nothing."

I covered my mouth in shock, unable to process this. I wasn't going to take this as an answer. "No. Try. You have to try!" I yelled in her face. She tried to tell me it was too late, but I wasn't having it.

"You are going to fucking save her or I swear to god this will be your last day on this fucking earth!"

"G — get the defibrillator!" The woman yelled, slightly scared but stumbled back into the room. The doctors grabbed the defibrillator as I watched, terrified. "Clear!"