Final Goodbye

Chapter 6

Dear Harry,

Today the doctors are saying your getting worse. Apparently your getting a clod or something, and that's all you need to pull you into dying. But your strong, you'll make it. I know it.

There are fans outside of our house, so it's hard to go home. They're asking about you a lot, and it makes me really uncomfortable.

"Marley!" the tall blonde one said, running over to my car.

"uh, hey.." I mumbled, and she wrapped her arms around me.

We were both in tears within seconds. They're more broken up about this than I am. You're they're idol, keeping them from killing themselves, and now they're not scared. if Harry can do it, so can I. they might think.

I'm sorry, that was kinda rude. I'm writing in pen today, sorry.

"he's gonna be okay.. I know it. He's always okay." she said, and I cried into her shoulder, as a bunch of other girls crowded around me. These are your fans, the fans that cared about you. those ones that would come to concerts, and get last row, but they were still there. I felt so bad, it was like a pile of crying girls, and a few boys. Two to be exact. I almost invited them in, but I knew I needed to get back to the hospital quickly, and our house is our last bit of privacy.

I went inside, and grabbed new clothes, and laid in our bed for a few minutes, to relax. I told myself everything would be fine, and I got up again. I was so tired, and my back and legs were killing me. I haven't laid in a real bed for at least 3 days now?

as I walked outside, the paps were everywhere. I groaned, and ran for the car.

I couldn't move. I would hit someone, dammit. It took me almost a hour just to get out of the driveway, and I took the long way to the hospital so no one could follow.

When I got there, you were passed out. You were having troubles breathing, and your lungs weren't working correctly. I looked through the window once, and I could see how much physical pain you were in.

You tried to end all the hurt coming in once and for all, but now your hooked up to a million machines, and can't even sleep in your own bed.

This is gonna sound horrible, but sometimes, I wonder if you'll ever get to sleep in that bed again. What if that was your last time being home, or your last time to live. Your last moments, spent in a hospital. You told me, you never wanted to die like that.

Then I think it's all my fault.

But it's not. I found your letter today, and I cried for a while. It was after I laid in the bed, and I was just about to leave. I grabbed my journal and there it was, so I just thought it was a scrap piece of paper.

'Marley.

I need you to know this isn't your fault. This isn't the boys fault, this is none of your faults. It's mine. You've all been so helpful, but I just think it's time.'

I couldn't read any further than that, so I slid it back in and left.

it's still early, but I'm exhausted. They're not letting me sleep in your room tonight, so I won't get sick. It doesn't really matter, id rather be with you.

I hope you make it through the night. Just yesterday you were fine, and walking. What happened...?

I love you, good night.

Love,

Marleyxx