I lost, but i fought 2 || J.B

Chapter 28

It all happened in a blur, the police sirens heard from the outside. He comes running in, gun in hand, accusing me for calling, and i did. His gun is pointed to my head. i'm dead now, i was so close, but now i'm going to die.

As John Green said you don't know when your last great day is, it's true. You don't know when your anyting is your last. I never knew me and Justin's last kiss was the last one. i didn't know that my last words to him would be, "just rest and i will see you tomorrow" what a lie that was. sometimes we never get to say goodbye, and it sucks.

"Before you kill me" i say, he looks at me expectantly. "what's your name?"

"Keith Upton" he says coldheartedly.

It was her.

"stop immediately, put your hands where i can see them!" the police screams entering the room. Keith, as his name was, looks down at me. He puts his finger on the trigger.

Justin's POV

As we run after the police, we screaming, gunshots, and a cry of pain. It was Hannah's cry of pain.

"Call 911" one of the police men screams, but I'm too numb to even react. Fredo did though, I was in shock. We found her. She was in here, but was she alive? safe? Was she coming back?

We were told to leave the house when we tried to enter the room. We did too, we were both way to shocked to fight against him. As we stand outside the house, it all hits me. Hannah was the only person who could have been shot, I mean she has been shot 2 times before, but she can't have survived that. By the way that sounded it was shot from close up.

I can't even think any further, I break down and cry, and for the first time in forever my best friend holds me in a tight embrace. I sob, hard. I'm a 21 year old man, crying like a 6 year old kid, but i can't help it. My firs love, my only love, has most likely been killed, shot, before we could even get married, live together probably, be a family.

Hours later, we are in the hospital, still no information. I can't think probably, they won't say anything to us, mom has been calling me non-stop, me not answering, I texted her and said that we didn't know anything. She's home with the kids. The kids, how am i suppose to take care of the kids as an alone dad? I'm hardly capable to take care of myself, how the hell am I suppose to tell them that their mommy is never coming home again. God i can't do this alone, not without Hannah.

i can't even start to explain how I feel, I don't know how to explain how I feel. I guess i could say i feel empty, but that's not right. I just feel alone, weak and curious. How can they let me sit here and not tell me anything, i don't understand how they can't even stop and tell me that she's dead. That she was shot and now she's gone. Fredo looks just like me, blank, broken, he did loose his friend after all. we haven't spoke since this morning, and i'm pretty sure none of us know what to say, so the scilence continue. The endless silence is also killing me, not only from the nurses, but from fredo too.

"she's gone" I say breaking the awful silence.

"we don't know that" Fredo says in defense.

"who else was gonna shoot?" i ask. i look up at him, tears has formed in his eyes.

"the police?" he says more as a question than a statement. he's unsure too, he just doesn't want to believe it.

"do you really believe that?" I ask rubbing my face. He shakes his head.

"I want to believe it, but i can't" I nod in agreement. Me and Fredo aren't the only ones in the emergency waiting room. There is a lady, around 35-40 years old. Her eyes are red and puffy, probably matching mine, and she looks as if she's just seen a ghost, her eyes blank and her skin pale. besides her sit a boy, around 15, i don't really know, he looks angry, just really really fucking angry. his fists clenches to his side, jaw clenched and his eyes just show pure hatred. It makes me wonder what had happened to them. 

in the other end of the room, sist an old man, in his 80's. he holds a bouquet of red roses. In my mind i imagine that his wife is in here, sick, and everyday he brings her roses, but today it was different, today she got very ill and he couldn't give them too her, maybe her heart stopped forever, or maybe she just fell in a coma. even though it seems tragic i can't help but feel jealous, he has had the chance to marry her, probably have children, that now has their own children, and here i am, loosing my own at the age of 20. I envy this man, so so much.

"Mr. Bieber?" a woman calls out. My head snaps up and she approaches myself and fredo. I stand up to get the news she's going to share with us.

"---------------------" she explains. my hears stops, and tears pool in my eyes. I turn to Fredo and i hug him so hard. Oh my god.

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