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7 SEPTEMBER 2016 8:30 PM
PAST
SHAWN MENDES

Every night I lay wide awake, hoping and praying that maybe she would call me back. I tried calling her millions of times but no answer. Her voicemail box was full because of me. I haven't heard from her parents either. I tried calling them but no answer either and I was beginning to worry.

I regret everything that happened that night. I should've tried being more understanding. I never meant for this to go down this way. It was killing me the more I thought about it. It hurt me too much.

"Shawn, honey! Can you come downstairs please? Your father and I would like to speak with you." My mom called from downstairs and I groaned, standing up from my bed.

I wandered down the stairs, heading into the living room where both my parents sat on the couch beside each other, solemn looks on their faces.

Pulling my eyebrows together in confusion, I slowly took a seat on the black leather couch, staring at them. "What's going on?"

They both looked at each other and my mom gave me a sympathetic smile. "There was an accident. A fatal accident. We don't know if Brooklyn is gonna make it."

I shot up from the couch, slipping on my shoes and jacket, yanking my keys off the rack. I opened the front door vigorously, slamming it behind me.

"Shawn! Don't you dare leave this house! Calm down first and then you can go to the hospital." I ignored my mom, opening my car door.

"Shawn Peter! Get back here now!" She used my middle name, thinking it would still faze me even after eighteen years of living under my parents wing. Not anymore. Not now. I need to see her.

I sped out of my driveway and down the road, rushing to the hospital. I ran inside to the front desk, my nerves taking over my body.

"I'm looking for Brooklyn Williams. She was in a fatal accident a few days ago and I need to know where she is." I said out of breath, looking at the nurse.

"Who are you to her? Are you family?" She asked, rudeness hinted in her voice.

I stared at her, a fire blazing in my pupils. "Of course I'm her fucking family. I'm her boyfriend and if you don't let me see her, I swear to fucking god, you won't like what I will do!"

She looked away from me and typed something in the computer. I smirked to myself, placing both of my hands on the counter.

"She's in room 322, third floor. The doctor will explain everything to you." She mumbled and I ran down the hall to the elevator, pressing the button over and over again, hoping it would hurry up.

I stepped inside, pushing the people who came out. I pressed the button that said "three" and ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a deep breath. 

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I walked into her room and over to her bed, seeing her pale, lifeless body tucked underneath the white blankets. IVs and wire were connected to her body. She had cuts and bruises scattered on her face and arms. Her left wrist was in a cast as well as her right leg.

"Oh my god." I whispered. "This is all my fault." I shook my head, sitting down in the chair beside her bed. I grasped her small, cold hand in mine. I stroked her hair with my other hand, letting a tear fall freely down my cheek.

"So you're the boyfriend who scared the nurse at the front desk. Huh, you don't look as intimidating as I pictured you to be." One of the doctors spoke, writing a few things on his clipboard.

I stayed quiet, keeping my eyes locked on my girl. "Is she gonna be okay?"

"Well the surgery went well. She managed to pull through. She's okay but she's hanging on by a thread. However, she is in a coma. We don't know when she'll wake up. Could be weeks, months, even a year or so possibly. We're doing everything we can." He explained and I felt my chest tightened.

She almost died because of me.

She could die because of me

"I'll give you some time." He left me in the room and I sighed, feeling my lip beginning to tremble as I held back as much tears as I could.

"I'm so so sorry baby girl. I never meant for any of this to happen. This is all my fault, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you. I'll always love you." I cried, tracing her knuckles with my thumb.

"I'm so sorry."

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AUTHORS NOTE
hey everyone, here's a little excerpt from a new book I am currently working on. I am so in love with it so far. What do you guys think? Should I publish it? Comment what you guys want!

Also the title of this is past but the actual name of the book is All In Flashbacks

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