The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Twenty Five: Lost

"She's changed. You can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch, and hear it in her tone. She's not the same, and she's never coming back." -k. Azizian
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I try to scream, but my voice is raspy and my throat feels like it's been clawed and swollen. I hit the steering wheel over and over again, my hand starting to bleed, but I don't care.

I don't care anymore.

Tears stream down my face.

I want to drown.

I want to die.

Amy.

I have to get to Amy.

She can fix this, she can fix me, I'll be okay, as long as I have Amy.

Marcendale hospital, Marcendale hospital, Marcendale hospital.

My hands are shaking and I grip onto the steering wheel tighter.

I have to get to Amy.

She has to be okay.

She has to.

I pull away, "Paul stop." But he puts his hand on my mouth muffling my screams.

No.

Paul unbuttons my pants.

No.

He yanks up my shirt, and traces my breast.

NOOO!!

I pull over to the side of the road, roll down my window, and hurl out the window.

I shakily grab a tissue and wipe my mouth with it, not even bothering to wipe my eyes too, because the tears won't stop.

I pull back over on the road and head to Amy.
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"I'm here for Amy Paige in room 282!" My words are almost jumbled together as I run up to the lady at the desk. She motions for me to go ahead with her hand.

279

280

281

282!!!!!

I run into the pale mint room and find that there are already other people in the room.

They're doctors.

They're wearing mint robes and mint caps.

And they're pulling Amy away.

"Amy!!" I run to her side, pushing past the doctors.

"Sweetie...I'm sorry...she's gone. She was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver."

The doctors words make my head dizzy, my eyes are becoming blurry.

I grab one of Amy's cold lifeless hands and stroke the top of it with my thumb, it doesn't feel like her.

Her skin is so pale, her eyes are closed so it looks like she's just sleeping.

Wake up Amy!!!!

"Amy!! Please, please, Amy please, wake up. I need you Amy, Amy I love you."

My heart literally feels like its breaking.

Then I notice all her scars and wounds. All the blood.

"Amy..." I whisper.

She can't be gone, she can't.

She was so full of life, and now she's empty of it.

I keep expecting to hear her laugh and her soft and airy voice saying, "you really think I'd be gone!?"

"I'll always be here for you Amanda, I'll always be here. No matter what, I promise." Amy said smiling at me.

Her blonde hair that's always bouncing with every step she takes is lifeless too. It's lost it's shine and luster.

She's not smiling.

And that hurts so bad.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I look up to see red hair.

I stand up and rush into Liam's arms, both of us are sobbing.

"Liam...why..why her!!!??" I can barely get my words out.

Liam doesn't say anything but keeps crying. His breaths are jagged, and his shy voice comes out in whimpers. He holds tight onto me and I can literally feel his heart breaking.

The doctors rush Amy out and Liam and I are left in the empty room, both of us sobbing in each others embrace.

Without Amy, we're both so lost.