~Chapter 11~
Alisha's POV:
"Mitch, let's go get Journey. We should really do something with her." Mitch agreed. I haven't talked to Journ in about 4 days or so.
I stepped out of my room and tiptoed quietly to Journey's hospital room. I actually never go in it, she usually visits me. I creaked open the wooden door and peeked in.
"Journ?" I whispered. I released my grip and the door gently gilded into a dark, old room. We ambled in, searching for her. "Journey? You there?"
Mitch knocked on the bathroom door. "You in there Journey? It's Mitch and Alisha." No answer. Where is she?
"Oh, hey Mitch, Alisha. Didn't expect you to be in here, or be up so early." We spun around to see Sarah looking back at us.
"Sarah, where the heck is Journey?!" I uttered out. She stared back at us, just standing there. Mitch cleared his throat.
"Sarah, are you okay? Where is Journey?"
"You guys don't know?" She whispered, looking to me, and then Mitch.
"Journey was unconscious on Tuesday. We found small slits on her wrist, which didn't help with her diagnosis. We took her to the emergency room. She's getting worse, Ali. There isn't much we can do. I'm so sorry."
All eyes were on me. I could feel them. I didn't know what to do. I stood there, motionless. Sarah's words replayed over and over in my head.
"There isn't much we can do."
And it's all because of me.
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I cri everytim, ;-;
I hope Journey is okay! Oh wait I know what happens. >:)
Sorry I didn't update in 4572495 years...
Much Luv! Take care!
-Kimmi
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