The One (A Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

"And every time i see,
My pain,
Beating in rythym...
I need to be silenced,
In silence where i hide my fear...

 

So just hold me,
Wrap me in your arms,
Don't let me fall again...
Teach me,
So i don't have to learn anything more from you..."

Scars- Elegeion

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Chapter 6

Maxon’s POV

                After I let go of America’s gentle hand, I felt alone even with Celeste clinging to my body. I was trying my hardest not to just roll my eyes at her fake cries.

                America thought I didn’t notice her fakeness, but I did. I just was studying her. How desperate people were for the crown. I planned on letting her go as soon as possible. The only reason she’s still here is, because she was my father’s pick.

                My mother exited the tunnel. Her long purple dress was dusty from sitting on the ground in the safe room. She had a slight frown on her gentle face.

                My father exited after her, with his arm over a sobbing Elise. “I need to g-go h-h-home. Maxon, I-I’m so s-sorry, but I just can’t anymore.” I gave her an apologetic smile nodding at her.

                Celeste finally let go of me after I had to practically push her off me.

                A loud, low pitched noise came from outside America’s room. The girl’s looked concerned, with wide eyes not knowing what the noise was. But I knew. Once you have been shot at more than once you get used to the sound.

                Adrenalin rushed through my veins, as I sprinted as fast as I could to America’s room. I shoved the door open. That’s when I saw her. She was laying on her back on the balcony, still in her white dress. It wasn’t all white anymore. Her chest was a red splotch that was slowly crawling, making it a bigger splotch. Her hand on her chest, fingers covered in red.

                “America! Oh my gosh! America!” I screamed at her. I ran to her. She barley even blinked. Her eyes were dazed and blank.

                I bent over and scoped her off the floor. I probably should have been more gentle, but at the time I didn’t care. Once I had her in my arms I was out of her door, pushing everyone in the doorway out. I didn’t care if I was rude. This wasn’t the time. I was desperate to save the woman I loved.

                Running and jumping over the many debris in the hallways. I looked down at America, her eyes were closed tightly and I was afraid I would never see them open again on their own. “America! Stay with me! Don’t do this! Please! Don’t leave me!” I screamed at her.

                One I arrived at the hospital wing I hunted down some nurses. “Help! Please she was shot!” Three nurses came running down the hallway.

                “Lay her down on the gurney, please sir.” One commanded me. I gently laid America down on the white bed. Her head rolled to the side. I told myself she was just asleep. “Leave now, sir.”