Cal's POV:
I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. The number was unfamiliar, and I was too cheap to buy Caller ID. "Hello, Mr. Hood?" The voice on the other end was female and soothing.
"Yes?" I heard a shuffling sound on the other end, like papers being sorted.
"This is Miranda from Royal Prince Alfred's. I'm afraid we have some bad news."
I sped to the hospital as fast as I could without getting pulled over. But I was too late. Even then, I knelt by her side until the nurses wheeled her out. "He was driving too fast and the road was still slippery from the rain," they said. "He called us immediately, said that he has hit another driver, a young girl. That he was fine, but her car had hit a tree. That he was terribly sorry, that he would pay whatever her family wanted." But I didn't care. She was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Now I sit in the lobby, head in my hands. I feel so empty inside, like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, but the tears refuse to fall. Ashton comes charging through the doorway, Luke and Michael a few steps behind me, but there is nothing they can say to comfort me. And that's when I snap. I don't want to be in a world without y/n. So tonight, I will take myself out of it.
A/N (NOT THE END)
Sorry omg this was depressing but I saw this idea on tumblr and I had no other inspiration. I added the suicide part at the end for a twist; if you don't like that ending, here's an alternate one:
Alternate Ending
That night, I locked myself in the bathroom with every pill bottle in the house. It felt weak, but that was the only way I could bring myself to do it. Half a bottle later, I was passed out on the floor. But not dead. Fortunately, Ash was worried about me and decided to surprise me with a visit. He walked into the apartment the moment my head hit the tile. He heard the crash, broke down the door, and rushed me to the emergency room. The doctors say if he hasn't found me as quickly as he did, I would have died within the hour.
That day, I realized that just like how a world without y/n was my biggest nightmare, a world without me was one half of my mother's worst dreams coming true (the other half being a world without Mali-koa). And so I decided that when the world chose to take my life, I wouldn't fight it, but until then, I would take it a day at a time. If not for me, then for the people I love. But I swore that I will never see the sun rise and set without thinking of y/n. She was my first and last live, and I will never forget her.
