"We're here to see Kenzie Parker" I say to the receptionist on floor 5, the gang behind me waiting anxiously, Dylan's face pale.
"McKenzie Parker is in room 507" she said sadly.
"She didn't look to happy. Something's wrong" Dylan pointed out as we walked down the hall to room 507. I knocked on the door, as I was the only one who seemed not anxious. I mean, I was, because like, we didn't know what was wrong. I just didn't show it. I had mastered the skill of hiding feelings since sophomore year. The door opened and a man in a doctors uniform came out, shutting the door behind us.
"I take it you're Samantha?" he asked me. I nodded.
"This is Gracie, she lives with Kenzie and I. And these are our friends, Tom and Jay, and her twin, Dylan" I told him. His face fell sadly.
"I never like delivering bad news..." he starts.
"So tell us something good" Dylan said, his voice slightly cracking.
"Good news? She's in no pain" the doctor said. We all relaxed. "But, she's not in pain, because... Well, she's passed" he said. We all went silent. Gracie was the first to break, letting out silent sobs into Tom's chest, who had a few tears on his cheeks. Jay looked stunned, then sat down, burring his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking from sobs.
"Don't fucking lie to me" Dylan growled. "She's not dead" he added, eyes glazed over with tears.
"I'm sorry son. Your parents have been notified" he said. Dylan pushed past him into the room, where I saw before the door closed, a still body on the bed.
"What happened?" I asked the doctor once the others joined Dylan to say goodbye.
"We're not certain. It was a horrific car accident, though. Whole car totalled. She was bought in with a broken leg in three places, eight broken ribs, a broken wrist, arm, and collar bone. It's a wonder her body was still in tact" he said.
"So what killed her?" I asked, staring through the window on the door to where they were, crying around her.
"She had severe bleeding in the skull, putting pressure on her brain. We tried to drain it all to save her, but it was no use. She had a punctured lung, one of her ribs had pierced it, and there was eternal bleeding in the stomach" he explained. I nodded and thanked him. He left me standing there, and I walked into the room to join my friends for the final goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Love
Teen FictionSeven years on from senior year, the 'gang' is still in New York City together. All, except Fletcher. He and the boys have spoken every now and then, but not once has he spoken to Sammy. Which is what she wanted, right? Well, it's what she thought...