Cause and Effect

Part 21

-Ally-

"Call 911! Call them now!" Brent shrieked. Her voice sounding broken.

"Holy shit!" Daniel brought his hand up to his mouth to bite his thumb. Something he only did if something was bad. But I couldn't see who Brent was holding. Why Daniel was on the verge of tears. Why Oliver was on the phone, talking rapidly on the phone. Why Elizabeth seemed completely frozen in her spot. Tears running down her face. I could say I don't know what's going on, but I know it's a lie. I know why Oliver is talking rapidly, Daniel is on the verge of tears, why Ell is frozen in her spot crying silent tears, why Brent is clutching a dead blonde as if it'll bring her back.

It was Lilly.

Lilly. The nicest, and big-hearted best friend we all loved. No matter how much we joked around saying we didn't know her. She's dead and we can't get her back. The one who walked with me to and from the shop every other day. Always teasing me about Alex. Always asking me if I'm ok or not. The one that didn't deserve this. Died. Gone forever and we can't get her back.

How could this have happened? How is it that a few minutes ago we saw her laughing at Daniels sobbing form from the movie. Betting about Oliver and Eliza. Cooing over Brent and Jake. How could things have changed from happiness and sunshine to sadness and darkness?

"No!" Brent shrieked again. I broke from my processing thoughts and saw Brent trying to fight from Jake's grasp, and run to Lilly's side as the ambulance worked on putting Lilly in the truck. So they can put her on her death bed. Trying to see if they can do anything to help her. Maybe have her heart jolt back to life. Have her have a smile on her face. A smile that none if us will ever see again, except in pictures and memories.

By now I realized we were going into a car. Daniel's car. Which I'm honestly shocked he let Oliver drive. Or maybe it was forced since he's shaking too much. Trying to control his emotions. Something he has never been able to do since we were little.

Elizabeth, though still frozen in shock, was sitting on my left in the window seat. Me on the right side. While Daniel sat in the passenger seat. Jake and Brent, I realized, must be in the back of the ambulance, or following quickly after in Jake's car.

In a matter of seconds, well at least that's how it felt with all my thoughts trying to still process what has happened, we made it to the hospital. Or well ER. We all piled out of the car, and walked-more ran- into the room. Just to see Brent sobbing hysterically in Jakes arms, mumbling incoherent words to herself with the occasional, "I'm sorry".

I sat down in the waiting room with everyone else and waited. Even if we knew, without a doubt that there was no hope.

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(Holy. Fucking. Christmas. Babies. I'm crying. I wow... I seriously cannot right now. I hope you enjoyed and tell me if you cried so we can all cry together and eat popcorn and ice cream and cake and get fat and AGSKDLDLDKDJ- Ruben)