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Chapter 50 - Losing Her

Hello people! New chapter! I know that this chapter's been a little delayed but that's just because I started school again and I've been coming home to just wanting to sleep. lol.

I'm guessing that some of you may think that the last chapter was the end but sike! its isn't... well, the end is close but there's still a little more to come ;)

I also mentioned a while back that I was thinking of doing a Q and A when the story ends and since I'm pretty sure that the next chapter is the end... I'll be taking questions when the next chapter comes up. (Don't worry, I'll ask again then so that none of you forget :)) GET YOUR QUESTIONS READY.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you at the end!

Song - Bruno Mars, It Will Rain

~Jessica

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."

-Charles Bukowski

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Seeing your best friend in a coma after just being saved from being held hostage isn't quite the best gift to receive.

I sat down on the corner of her bed, and felt my eyes water up just at the sight of her.

Dark circles surrounded her eyes as he usual pink lips were chapped and in a frown. It hurt to see all the little tubes hooked up to her like that. She was always so strong all the time that I wasn't sure if I was really seeing the real Becca.

"I'm sorry," I whispered gently, still gazing at her face that still held the same beauty as it always had. "I'm so sorry," I broke down.

"I love you so much Becs," I touched her hand, and brushed over her knuckles. I had to look away to avoid seeing her unconscious figure. It was painful to see. "Just please, wake up."

I sniffled and wiped a few tears away from my cheek. "This is all my fault." I hated myself; why did I have to harm everyone? "I'll do anything, please."

I didn't know who I was trying to plea with, but I didn't care. I needed Becca. "I'll do anything if you just open your eyes, and talk to me again."

"Just don't ever do that shit to me again, you bitch," I raspy voice suddenly answered.

I almost broke my neck from how quickly I snapped back to look at Becca. Her tired eyes were half-open as she had a small smirk on her face.

"Becca!" I cried as I threw myself on her.

"Woah, there," she laughed weakly. "Be careful, I'm still kind of being held together by a few stitches."

I quickly let go of her and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

Becca stayed silent for a second before rolling her eyes, amused. "Oh what the heck, you're worth tearing stitched over! Come here!"

She quickly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into an embrace.

"You're awake?" I asked in disbelief.

"I kind of have been for a few hours already, I just wanted to see how you would react if I was actually still unconscious," Becca shrugged.

My mouth opened in shock, "Don't ever do that again! I thought I was going to lose you!"

Becca rolled her eyes again, and shook her head mockingly. "I promise not to die on you, if you promise to never trade yourself for me. Especially if it's as a hostage situation."