I lie awake in the hospital room. My hand stays with Beca's. Waiting and waiting for her to wake up. It's 2 in the morning. Doctors have been in and out of here and I say nothing. I do nothing. I sit here and I wait. I may cry at times, but that's perfectly fine in this kind of situation. I've never heard a silence so loud. Like it is tonight. I feel only half alive and I should know...but this point that something's gotta give, something's gotta happen. Give me a sign God. Give me something! But nothing's going to happen. Nothing could happen for weeks, months, years. And I'll sit here. And sit here. And sit here. Waiting constantly for the love of my life to wake up. So I can hug her. So I can kiss her pretty lips. But will she ever wake up? Is it even a good reason to stay? I know I must. I have to stay . I can't just walk away. What if she wakes up? What if she wakes up and I'm not here? What if she wakes up and nobody's here except doctors? She'd be so lost. She'd be so confused. I can't leave her. She's a little bean. She's my little bean and needs protecting.
The first time I seen her. Gosh, I can remember like it was yesterday. Even if it was 6 years ago. I can remember it so clear. And even after all these years I still have these strong feelings. For her. The first time she sang. Both of us naked. Amazing. She has such a beautiful voice. Such an incredible style. And I got to hear it, first. She's amazing in every way. And I could've stopped this. Could've stopped her from jumping. But..I didn't. I didn't because I didn't pay close attention. What kind of friend am I? Not paying attention to my bestest friend when she was hurting. But I was hurting too. And now that hurting is still hurting. Worse now. Much...Much worse.
"Chloe?" I look to the right and see the detective standing somewhat by the door. "May I speak to you?"
"Go for it. She can't hear us," I say, softly. The detective walks over and stands at the foot of Beca's bed. I stare at her and wait for her to speak. "Well go on." I shake my head from side to side.
"We found something out," she spoke. I raise my eyebrows, wanting more. "We have someone in custody. Two people actually." She looks at Beca and then looks back at me. "We have a feeling Beca didn't jump and she was attacked."
"What are you trying to say? This wasn't an attempted suicide," I ask. The detective shakes her head, side to side.
"She was thrown over the side of the bridge. We found blood on the ground where she must've been dragged."
"Why wasn't this found earlier?" I question. The detective shrugs.
"That I cannot answer. We were looking in a different spot then where the blood had been found. We want you to come down to the station though. See if you know the suspects. You already know one."
"What do you mean I already know one?" I question standing up.
"Just come with me," The detective speaks softer than before. I nod and look back at Beca. The detective walks out and I bend down to Beca's ear.
"I'll be back, Bec. Be strong," I whisper and kiss the top of her forehead. I walk out the hospital and walk with the detective to her car.
We arrive at the police station. We walk in and she takes me to an interrogation room. I walk in the room and look in the mirror to see a man. "You know him?" I shake my head from side to side. Not knowing who this was at any means. "Okay. Turn around." I turn around slowly and my eyes widen at the sight of her.
"Emily?"
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I'm Still Hurting //Bechloe Fanfic//
Fanfiction"I've been hurting for a long while," I whisper. "Wanting to tell her how much I loved her...but...but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. And she's had the same problem. Now look." I look up and look at Beca. "And now I'm still hurting."
