Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 13

{Here I am, dying. Dying in so many ways.

Dying inside.

Dying outside.

Dying in fear.

Dying in pain.

Dying without you.

I need you right now, only you. You're my one and only.

I cut deeper and deeper each day.

But if you weren't in my life, I don't know what I would do with it. Continue to cut, I guess. Continue to live in the pain I do everyday. Continue to live in constant fear that I won't have a life. I wouldn't find someone like you.

You mean so much to me.

If I need help, would you come running? Be at my door? Be there to save me? If I fall, would you be there to catch me?

I hope all these questions ended with a YES.

Because I would answer YES to any of those questions if you asked.

I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay. My heart never stops beating for you.}

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BRIDGET'S POV

"H-he's...in a coma...and the doctors don't know how long they can keep him alive..." Chandler slowly replied, I could tell he was nervous.

What? No...this cannot be happening right now...

I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair.

"C-Chandler..." Tears began to fill my eyes.

"Shh...it's okay," he told me, wrapping his arms around me. "He'll make it, I promise..."

I pushed him off. "And what of he's not?! What if he dies?!! What if..." I cried.

I fell back onto my pillow and put my hands over my eyes.

"Scoot over," Chandler whispered.

I did as he said and scooted.

I felt the bed dip and a warm body lay next to me.

I rolled over to face him. "Hi," I giggled.

"Hey," he chuckled.

I heard something vibrate as Chandler pulled out his phone.

"Ugh...it's Amy. She's looking for me," he rolled his eyes.

I sighed. "She's a real bitch ain't she?"

"Yeah. I mean, once you...nah, she's just a bitch," Chandler replied, smiling.

"I will make up some excuse to get her out of my hair and be able to come see you."

I smiled. "K."

He got up and kissed my head.

"I'll be back later," he promised.

I rolled over to face the wall to hear the door shut.

I sighed and began to think about Xavier and what happened between him and dad.

Jesus Christ my fucking dad...

What could of Xavier done that was so bad for my dad to practically kill him?

Nothing, I thought.

Xavier is such a good kid, does nothing at all for my dad to get mad at him. Or beat him that bad.