Walking Straight

Chapter 6

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songs for this chapter:

Afraid-The Neighborhood

Let it Go- The Neighbourhood 

Guns For Hands-21 Pilots

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I felt horrible about kicking Rhett out of the house.  The look on his face killed me. I tried getting myself to call him, but thought against it. My wrists are now full of fresh cuts, but I don't like to think that it's because I pushed Rhett away. 

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School starts tomorrow, and I still haven't heard from Brooklyn. I was desperate and needed to get out of this confining town. So I drive. 2 hours and 53 minutes later, I am at Brooklyn's house. I didn't think she would be here, but I couldn't just walk into the hospital. 

I knock on the dark brown wooden door, and a few seconds later, Brooklyn's mother flings the door open. I step back, startled. Her hair is undone, her eyes are wide and rimmed with dark circles, and she looks like she hasn't changed into different clothes in about a week.

"Taylor? What are you doing here?" she asks, pulling me into a hug.

"I-I haven't heard from Brooklyn in almost a week, I didn't know what to do... so.. I drove." I breathe.

"Come in, come in,  Brooklyn is in the hospital, we can go visit her in a few minutes. Are you okay? I tried getting ahold of you, but got to your mother first so she could tell you."

"Wait... what did you tell my mother? What did she have to tell me?" My breath quickens.

"She didn't tell you? Oh god, oh god." She presses a hand over her eyes, supressing tears. 

"Honey, Brooklyn only has....." she chokes, "3 weeks to live.." She ends her sentence with a cry. 

I feel nothing.  I don't cry, or scream, or break into convulsions. I just don't feel. I know what I have to do, I know that without my best friend I am worthless, so I have to do what needs to be done soon. Mrs.Fields is crying, hugging me, while I just stand there, my arms are at my side.  I feel like a horrible person. I should be at Brooklyn's side right now, I should be here for her family. Instead, I've been in Steamboat Springs, taking Photography class with Rhett, going on hikes to beautiful mini waterfalls. I hate myself.

We arrive at the hospital and go to the 2nd floor, where Brooklyn is for chemo. When we arrive at her room, I try to smile. It's all I can do for her. I can't save her, but if I could die to save her, I would. She lays in the bed on her side, a navy blue beanie on her head. She has no more hair left. An IV runs into her wrist. She twists in her sleep, then her eyes flutter open. Shit, she looks like a mess...

"Taylor?" she whispers.

"Hey, Brook." I say, rushing to her side.

"Why aren't you in Steamboat?" she struggles to say.

"I decided to come visit you, I haven't heard fom you in a while," I say, smiling. 

"Well, don't stay too long, I don't want you to miss school." she breathes. her lips are gray and cracked, the life is gone from her eyes. She's already dead, her body just isn't ready to let go of her pure soul.