Transfer

Chapter 16

Harry

It's been three weeks since Beatrix found me. three weeks it's been since her whole world came crashing down. She's not eating, and or drinking. every time she tries to eat or drink she can't hold it down. everyday, more like every second of the day she gets thinner, and weaker. She looked sleep deprived. I felt anger towards everyone for making her this way. I know it's not her fault but if I could go and change everything I would. I promise I would in a heart beat. I just hope this gets better before it gets worse.

Beatrix

I've been a mess since crystal, and Niall died. They where my only family. The baby isn't here anymore baby Edward was needed up there with his mom, uncle, and grandmother. The thought about losing anyone else is just overwhelming. I've gone into depression over the past couple of days. Today is the day where I start to get up and be human again. Know more sitting on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. I lift my weak body off of the couch and move towards the kitchen where Harry is. I sit on the chair and wait for Harry to turn around to acknowledge my presence. As he turns around he's holding a bowl of oatmeal. He looks at me and smiles. Harry says " you got out of bed today!" I smile weakly and replayed " i did but I'm drained." He nods and places the bowl of oatmeal down with a silver spoon. I sigh hoping, we'll more like praying that I will be able to hold down this piece of food. I lift the cool spoon to my lips and place it in my mouth. I swallow hard and wait a few minutes. I go for another spoonful when I feel it reaching the back of my throat. I run around the counter and make my way to the garbage can and purged into the can. I heard Harry yell " enough with this crap Beatrix, you have to get better, if you don't you'll just bed up like the rest of your family.. dead! I yell back " you don't even know my freaking family! I try to hold everything down and I can't! everyday I'm starving and I'm dehydrated! I lie awake at night thinking why I haven't passed out or why I'm not dead yet. but know Harry let's make this all my fucking fault right,? this is all my fucking fault. my mommy getting breast cancer then dieing, my mom getting liver cancer then dieing, my sister getting shot then ended up dead, next my fiancé comes back from the fucking dead just to die again! Oh and let's not forget baby Edward who also died of cancer as we'll my families luck is so great right now I wonder why a freakin plane hasn't fallen it the building and killing me or possibly you!"

I start to rapidly shake. I felt my breathing increase, my sight going blurry then blacking out all together. all I remember next is falling to the cold, tiled kitchen floor.